Writing... is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
~ E.L. Doctorow
I STOP WRITING THE POEM



to fold the clothes. No matter who lives
or who dies, I'm still a woman.
I'll always have plenty to do.
I bring the arms of his shirt
together. Nothing can stop
our tenderness. I'll get back
to the poem. I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.


Tess Gallagher
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