quiet pride by Angela Thomasfor the first time in, well, forever, my brother
called me out of the blue, sobbing into the receiver,
his words barely audible between bubbly gasps.
i sat there stunned and prayed. my lungs fasting
from breath, my words less than manageable.
i couldn't bring myself to speak of the last few
days. the cleansing, cleaning, renewal, shredding,
sorting, sifting, and reading of all the things
that were hers. stained with blood or was it red ink,
the words seemed so obvious, 'move steve out.'
03/01/2011 Posted on 03/02/2011 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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