the day is hot
no plans have been made
i have soome time
a little
for myself.
i get in the car and go
creating more heat
to my mom's house.
she sits with me
for five minutes.
the past is catching up
to me.
it is the past
i have glorified
and if
i could only
return
if only
she brings down a bag
of clothes
i left behind
when i visited
2 years
before.
i couldn't
fit into them
now
even
if i tried.
i don't.
i am a different
person now
it was the baby that
did it,
my son.