Dinner bell
She found me out back
sitting on the stoop
weeping
What’s wrong?
I composed myself
and looking down at the concrete
I shook my head saying
I don’t know
no sé no sé
How long have you been back here?
I wanted to say I’ve been back
here for years
laughing & crying on occasion
but for some reason
nobody ever caught me
Having not answered I heard her
change her stance by crossing
one foot behind the other
Very well—supper is ready if you’re hungry
march two thousand twenty-five
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