the red bag sat on her lap
like an oversized heart
she held it tightly
and never let it go
zipping and unzipping it
at times like an aortic opening
she spoke very little
touching her mouth
in circular motions
as if searching for words
and the red bag
hands protecting
the red loomed
echoing more than silence
her eyes askance
flitting between extremes
denied any presence
except the bag
i sought her eyes
but she never gave them
all she said was
this happened
when he went away
when she left
the redbag went with her
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