and home.
unaccustomed to not getting up to go to be at mom’s by 9
and crying.
sort of like sneezing, or a hiccup
or a cough, or a stretch
it’s what all I do
now
sent an email to a friend about a drink tomorrow.
dark out, ready to walk home, go to Amy’s for Alexander’s sixth birthday cupcake and prosecco celebration before the bank and mom’s.
and unbidden.
the tears.
as they do.
from nowhere.
from everywhere.
these ones quiet. stealth tears. office tears. sad tired quiet ones.
as they do.
