In the other universe

In the other universe
By Kelley Jean White

I make it through Christmas dinner
in the year of our separation
without growing
the claws and beaked voice of a Harpy.
I do not scream about money
in the driveway in front of your father's nine
car garage.
I hold myself
with dignity. I clear the table.
I do not drive sobbing through the night
until a cop pulls me over, lost,
on a corner under the shadow of two steeples
in New Hampshire. I know New Hampshire.
I know my children's home.

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