Oh, sweetheart,
daughter,
my fresh-diapered baby
at home waiting
for me,
too young to understand the notion
of Mommy’s sudden gnawing fear,
the too-temporary heaviness
of my purse bearing
the severance check,
you’ll look up at me
when I come through the door
hours ahead of schedule
and laugh.
I’m going to get right down
on the floor with you
and roll around for a long time.
Dark Matter 
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