Fall came quickly. Underneath
the quilts, my toes are frozen.
Outside, the bird bath sits dry.
Husks of dead things.
Hot shower, necklace, shoes
with quick clicks.
The radio is turned too loud
when I fall into the driver's
seat. I startle. The sky
is wide and gray and bright.
The neighbor baby is crying.
Is it because of me?
One hand knuckles the steering wheel;
I twist the ring on my right hand.
Loose.
At home, you breathe deep.
Somewhere--
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