Amanda Conover

I find myself staringin a lens, left eye squeezed,right fixated on findingAuriga among the asteroids. I see my father eleven yearsearlier, paralyzingly brightunder hospital lightsdespite developing pneumonia. Locating constellationsis arduous. I imaginethe stars huddledas they attempt to survivein space, hidingfrom …

my memory begins to meltthe more my thoughts collect onmy father. pieces of the past go missingand my mind makes a new storyof the moments once memorized. when I was younger we used tobuild igloos together, creatingcircular chunks of ice …