For Khudejha
when the sadness comes
my sister tells me a story—
a man buried in pakistan
a woman buried in new york city
when we sleep they wake
opposite sides of the world
the planet opens a tunnel
where they meet: dirt sky & worm
stars. the lovers dance,
all night, their way back
my father’s fingertips
pressing against my mother’s
crooked smile. her henna-dyed
hair light the underworld
the mole on his lip’s left side
winks the dark.