Plums
It comes on suddenly
At the stop light
In the laundry room
While eating a plum
Since the diagnosis,
on that sweltering May morning
It just shows up when it wants to
No warning
During a hot shower
While opening the mail
In the car wash
In the car wash
When looking into your chestnut eyes
It’s the abrupt dread
The unadulterated heartache of being a mother
It’s the confronting of the truth that I cannot protect you
from all that will surely harm you
from all that will surely harm you
Not even your own body
It’s the promise that I will try, anyway
It’s the promise that I will try, anyway
and in every way
And then comes the apology for something which I did not do
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