your pupils are dilated, like our mother’s when she cried  which wasn’t often, but when she cried– remember when she cried? –it was like waterfalls were gushing out of her irises  like the whole of the jordan river was drowning out her body  and neither of us could tame the rapids or save her from her own salt  weeping like the willows in our garden  hiding like the ghosts inside her mind  absent like the records at our school  yet, we were somehow so attached to her grasp–li