CrimsonPenguin Aug 22nd, 2019 74 Never
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- "The Women" by J. Mae Barizo
- An evening of expected rain. Out the window clouds lifted
- their skirts and the wind poured in. We were the mothers
- lingering over the dessert tray, placing the sweets in our
- mouths, one by one. We were the soothers and givers,
- keepers of children and men. Those days, our skin bunched
- up at the bra line, eyelids gathering like crinoline as it folds.
- Yet standing there at the table, there was nothing in the world
- we were in want of, not even the loves that had escaped us.
- Whatever we suffered, we let go of willingly. To know we
- were not the same women as before did not pain us. When
- the others spoke their voices swept over us like bees hovering
- over lilacs. Outside, lights strobed over the Hudson; we watched
- a white boat riding the crest of a wave, headed to sea. We
- felt an ache we realized was happiness, almost unbearable.
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