i’m sorry, i’m sorry
she said, so doubly & quickly, over the phone. then, quiet. like the rabbit
by the mailbox this morning,
scurrying away through wyoming snow, as though
they’ve just delivered too large a piece of news. but i could tell
she meant it. i heard it. this was her,
my mother, apologizing.
by the mailbox this morning,
scurrying away through wyoming snow, as though
they’ve just delivered too large a piece of news. but i could tell
she meant it. i heard it. this was her,
my mother, apologizing.
