me she could put her ankles
behind
her ears,
which strangely interested
me.
baking
cakes was a strength
she promoted
as well.
she couldn't get
through
the airport gate
because
of all the imbedded metal
in her skin,
but she offered to drive
from Cleveland
to meet me,
straight through,
in her Winnebago,
inherited from
an uncle
in Akron, Ohio.
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