My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

back along the track.

Slow.

Heavy.

Then I picked up my duffel, stepped through, and walked up the driveway carrying every returned letter in a plastic hospital bag.

If this one got under your skin, send it to someone who understands what it means to be left outside the gate.

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