Even her dolls were
on loan from a cousin.
The flat was rented and
soon would be a hole in the ground,
the ever-changing
geography of her existence.
Trains, planes, hotels and
badlands of circumstance.
She survived.
The house owned by the bank.
Husbands coming and going.
Then she fell into the eye
of the tornado. Stunned.
Her children claimed her.
And they would own her
as long as she could breathe.
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