Sunday, October 24, 2010

The 24 Hour Flu

Was what she called it for weeks: all night popcorn,
all night kitchen-wall scouring, all night swearing

and weeping with her hand over the stove's red ringlets.
And then little blue pills with sugar and coffee to help

my headache. We traded lipsticks in hotel parking lots,
me in the front seat, freezing in blue pajamas. Look

what you've done to your daughter,
she was always
yelling at someone, somewhere. In the rearview
mirror, I mouthed to myself, I can't watch.

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