San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Raquel Reyes-Lopez
FLOATING OVER THE CITY

By the freeway where a block

from the corner exit rests Denny’s
sits a man a foot away from a woman
yelling over heavy traffic,
 
"Your miscarriage it happened.
Not too long ago. I’m glad it did.
I never wanted kids with you."
 
I watched
her tears
break the laws
of gravity
as they flew
upward into
cotton
candy
kissed
clouds.