Our phone calls are become a travelogue:
last week she was at the beach,
on Monday she was visiting her son,
on Wednesday she was at work,
and today she’s in a restaurant waiting for lunch.
But she’s thinking of going home soon.

I don’t query or correct,
Why would I?
when her mind is giving her better stories
than the truth.


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17 responses to “no(w)where?

  1. At least you are both in touch, Kate!

  2. yeah epic sagas are way more fun
    and in time it is hard to remember
    just what did go down!

  3. Gosh! That might have been a blog!

  4. Ooo — powerful twist, Kate!

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