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Aunt Maude



She holds her purse like Queen Elizabeth,
but has not yet perfected the imperceptible wave.
At 92, she still drives, makes wide right turns
like the long-haulers and couldn't pass
the parallel parking test if she had to.
Aunt Maude isn't about to stop now,
though once she was caught driving the wrong way
in one of those turn lanes on the strip
on the way to Joann's Fabrics, right by McDonald's.
She takes her purse to wedding receptions
of smitten young couples she does not know.
Social graces intact, she shmoozes a bit,
then sashays over to the buffet table and fills
her satchel with watercress sandwiches
and bacon-wrapped crackers to eat later,
which she never does. They calcify,
like her arteries, thoughts no longer flowing
freely on the highways of her mind.
She is past knowing.
Resigned, her daughter comes each week to empty the purse.
Anni Macht Gibson

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