she used to say, hold on,
i'm coming.
i just need to fix my hair,
do this,
do that.
turn the lights off,
unplug
the iron,
lock the back door
and water
the plants.
i'd beep the horn
as i waited in the car,
already low
on gas.
the children asleep
in the back
seat.
then at last
she'd come out
with one more piece
of luggage
to tie to the roof.
there was
no more room in the trunk
for her.
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