as I sit
at the end of the bed
pulling socks on,
stepping into pants,
sliding a shirt
over my head,
my shoulders, sticking
arms into the openings.
I sigh and breathe.
I find my shoes,
put them on,
make a bow.
there was a time when
someone did these
things for you,
when you were young
and small.
this is how we do it,
she said.
and now you know.
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