Glody – Again
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in the winter of her forty-third year It seemed logical then, she thought, since she was squarely middle-aged now that she finally had the courage to put her thoughts on paper for the world to see. Don’t they say that women become braver as they grow older? Although she hadn’t found that to be the…
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I think I lived on land once. Perhaps. A hinged memory swings within a fingertip’s reach, then disappears. Once, my soles slapped on concrete and my toes curled in grass. Before I got lost in your waters. Now I do not know breaths, only gasping. And I don’t know calm, only flailing. Stuck in your…
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The tears were surprising. She was only ordering dinner after all. But she was ordering from the place she had ordered from the last time they were all together. At least the last time she counted. She didn’t count the hospice or funeral. She only counted the last time they were all present. This is…
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She is sitting in traffic. Again. Despite the fact that she left the office late to avoid such traffic, and despite the fact she left even later than usual because she was waiting to file a pleading the attorney hadn’t completed, she still pulled into the highway into immediate stopped traffic. Of course, by that…
