My body practices each month to hold
and let go. The habit of opening
and pain caused by something
leaving. But my husband has the character
for carrying. I love too much and not
enough. Attach and leave. My mother
fluctuated. Her pride in the loving. My pride
in the abandon. Always forgetting
a person is re-being every time
you look and look away.

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