These sweet days I unravel. At once I am compressed.
What happened to the carefree child who, one day, met a door
that bade her enter, I do not bite a bit?
Uncertain, unready she hesitate. Since then, she lives precarious.
She feeds her eyes the heaven's meadows. The mini van
she feeds the rest.
She needs to practice yoga, Carrie. Forget she married
a used car salesmen, who each new day reminds her of her father,
missionary to the unsaved pagans of Sumatra.
Carrie becomes her mother,
not the first Mrs. Missionary, killed on motorcycle,
but the other who birthed her in Indiana.
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