my mother talking to me.
it doesn't come
all the time, but when i need
it the most
when trying
to decide on something
i'm unsure about,
wavering
on a moral issue,
i see her at the kitchen
table,
wiping the lenses
of her glasses, because
she's been cooking
at the stove all morning. i hear
her voice,
saying, it's okay.
it's okay to bail
your brother out of jail,
because if you don't do it,
no one else will.
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