she sat.
when something happened
in the next room
she did not
get up.
she shouted names
attached to bodies
that would be propelled
at once into routine motion
to notice / fix / change / report
what had transpired.
I began to fidget,
feeling as if
the lead foundation
that so adhesively connected
her posterior to the couch
might be contagious.
apart from the constant
stream of orders
from her anxious throat
she seemed pleasant.
a perpetual exuding
of intelligence
had an attractive cast.
eventually though
her vocal chords
softened like
used elastic
on the threshold
of being tossed.
her offspring meanwhile
grew muscle in their legs
to qualify for marathons.
she recited pride in them
appearing never to connect
cause and effect.
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