Early morning, the tired and bedraggled drag
Past the incoming line to take their places on
The factory floor. My Aunt Joy, a night shifter
passed her sister, a day timer, for a few frenzied
seconds each morning. Much thought went
into what not to say and when dining together
on weekends they continued to speak in short-
hand, with long, often awkward lapses, while
each edited and re-edited what they wanted to say.
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