long arm holding a spoon
at the bowl
mixing
something.
but we're not talking at the moment,
so i don't ask.
she doesn't even
look up,
or say hello as i walk by.
i take my
shoes off and go
up the stairs.
maybe later
i'll ask her what's wrong.
maybe later
she'll tell me.
wouldn't that be something?
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