bags
going out to the car.
she can barely
carry them. she never leaves
the house without them.
bent over,
bone thin, the wind blowing
her in half
as she hauls the baggage
of her life.
i wonder what's in there.
what's so important
that it has to be lugged
around like that.
what's she hiding these days,
while covering
up her tracks?
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