dbaplanb, 2 months ago

2/2
The roof holds
the stove lights
the toilets flush
the ducts expand and contract with the flow of warm air
the house breathes, hums, a cocoon, sheltering

Mom sleeps, or doesn't sleep, quietly
dreaming, or not dreaming,
articulating or not an explanation to a man
she knows, well, but cannot name
when startled out of her not sleep, not dream

And I am grateful
grateful to the point of tears.

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