In the taxi alone, home from the airport,
I could not believe you were gone. My palm kept
creeping over the smooth plastic
to find your strong meaty little hand and
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This woman has a gift for impossible imagery as in glossy as a slit caul out of which you had slipped, the air glittering/ electric with escape as it does in the room of a birth. I wonder if she has made a pact with the devil. Such brilliance is supernatural.
A superbly written piece. She captures the honest feelings of a mom letting her child go for the first time. I remember that feeling myself and she captured it so perfectly.