A Moment’s Breath to Forget

Her arms are strong. Lifting the weight
off those around her: making chicken soup
for everyone sick in bed, sterilizing the house
after a nasty virus has whole families in its
clutches, kindly closing the door so no one sees
her suffer. Alone, leaning her back against
the wall, she slides down
to a squat with a quiver in her lip, weeks later,
or maybe it was years. You never can tell
when time is on its way.



  1. Oh how true the last few lines ring.

  2. I can really really feel that one if you know what I mean?

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