i saw
her three suitcases sitting
in the hall.
she turned the light on
so they couldn't be missed.
i ignored them.
i had socks to iron,
underwear to fold.
she looked at me,
waiting for me to ask
what's up, where might
she be going. she
looked at me, waiting
to see tears begin
to fall.
sister's house? i finally asked
looking up from
the basket clothes.
if so, leave the keys
on the counter and slip
the parking pass through
the slot, let it fall
to the floor. let me know
where you end up
so i can forward
the rest of what you own.
this made her stay another
few months.
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