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I try to focus on
the evening ahead.
Seeing Lyric at work
getting invited
to a movie night
has me faintly nauseated
my stomach flipping
as if full of dolphins
joyously riding waves.
What I hadn’t been able to tell Lyric
over coffee
is how quiet
my house has gotten
again.
Other than the afternoon
I got my Michigan State acceptance
when I found Mama Alice and Mom
dancing along to Etta
there’s been a creeping chill
of disconnection
that I can’t unfeel in our house.
I’m trying not to be too worried.
Sometimes this happens:
Mama Alice is an introvert
and Mom is a true extrovert.
When stressed
they have opposite ways of coping:
Mama Alice retreats into her art studio
and Mom gets extra social
saying yes to plans
