in the kitchen
icing cupcakes,
and the next minute
she's on
the ledge about to jump
out the window.
gently i take her arm
and help her
down.
i ask her what's wrong.
nothing she says.
nothing.
i take a bite of a cupcake,
and look at her.
smiling.
these are good, i tell her.
real good.
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