
Moses Ojo
Where I Find Her/Where I Leave Her
Stephanie Choi
Strands of my hair collect dust
at the corners of the bathroom
that my mother has not yet
stepped into, not yet kneeled
onto the cold, white tile
to pick up what I’ve shed.
I once shaved her back
in another bathroom where
she may be standing right now.
Where she may be looking
at the photo of us tucked between
glass and wood frame. Where I see
her tray of perfumes reflected
against my torso, in my mirror
even though it is not here.
Even when she is not here
her hand reaches out
to brush my hair.
Stephanie Choi’s poems appear or are forthcoming in Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Electric Literature, Poetry Northwest, and elsewhere.