there was
no twister
out her window
no gale
spinning
a black cloud
she mused
at the shingled pyramid
floating above her
she dreamt
her father climbed
a ladder
and tried to yank
the roof down
her uncle attempted
to use reason
how long
could it defy
gravity
how long
before she pictured
a baby
in her arms
each hiccup
lifting the roof
lowering it
until she put the child
on her breast
and the roof grew
still
but she missed
the sky
she missed
its blue mission
the clouds that pillowed
her thoughts
and elevated them
to dream
she blew out
her baby’s candle
and as the pyramid
drifted off
she knew it was
her own breath
reaching for
the possibility of air
From The Laundress Catches Her Breath
By Paola Corso
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