Ann Weil

January 4, 2026

Four years gone and I am still your mother,

by Ann Weil tracking time, crossingoff days— Mondays I washyour clean shirts, hang them on the line one by one they unpin, fly away, I hope they are homing pigeonsTuesdays I sweepunder your bedI am stillfinding your hairWednesdaysI sit on the rooflight a signal fireburn down the houseThursdays I buy binoculars, scan the blameless horizonFridays Continue reading

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Ann Weil

Four years gone and I am still your mother,