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 StoriesRigorous MagazineMoss Puppy MagazineDiscretionary Love and Typeslash Review. She has read pieces with Flash Fiction Forum and Quiet Lightning.