Wednesday, January 6, 2010

the red bag

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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