me once, before she died,
that the first thing
she did
when she got
home from a long day
of work
was to pull her bra off from
under her
blouse and fling it across
the room.
then she'd pull a cork
from a bottle of wine,
pour herself
a healthy drink
then cry.
after crying for a while,
she'd
fix dinner.
light a candle on the table.
sometimes she'd call.
sometimes she wouldn't.
sometimes she had nothing
to share,
nothing to talk about,
keeping to herself,
what was on her mind.
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