His charm each year stays this art
His arm a mast, raises east.
Ash strays, mires misty air
Steam raises east.
I am charity, rather tame.
Each year a star tries a chart,
Tears my heart.
My cherry cream stirs his heist.
Chemistry trims times
His arm cast astray.
I, him, a sham match.
Melissa Flores Anderson is a Latinx Californian and an award-winning journalist. Her fiction has been featured by Vois Stories, Rigorous Magazine, Moss Puppy Magazine, Discretionary Love and Typeslash Review. She has read pieces with Flash Fiction Forum and Quiet Lightning.