I lay

by Andrea N Carr

I lay back and I look out the window. I can see the tops of the trees in my neighbor’s yard.

I wonder does my neighbor know. The things I think about. I wonder does my neighbor see the pain on my face.

Does he hear my phone conversations with my brother about our demented mother. Does he know I hated her and if he knew, what would he think.

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