larger than her given name
larger than nine children
larger than two loves
she sat small in the passenger seat
and took hold of my hand.
She was fragile, breakable, breaking even then
but held tight.
To what-
her mama's boy's future?
Paulina,
I don't know if I can hold him long.
I know his passion for the language you gave him,
and I don't know how to speak it.
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