as she spies me from across the street i see her eyes narrow.
i see the wheels turning.
cogs and screws screeching into action as she impatiently crosses traffic.
coming closer she makes a rounded motion by her belly.
"did you..." she glances down at my stomach and stops.
tentative now,"did you have your baby?"
"yes." i answer.
she nods her head and looks away. eyeing her cross of asphalt.
there is no danger here.
she looks back at me, "everything ok?"
"no," i manage to say before my throat closes.
and suddenly here i am, in the middle of downtown milwaukee, falling apart.
crumbling in the busy intersection my boy will never see.
being held by the crossing guard who will never help him cross the street.
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