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Taking

After two years of house arrest –

what they call ‘home care’ –

I take the soiled sheets from my sister,

put them in the machine,

lift the heavy carpet,

break down.

The men come running,

take the carpet from me

(something to do).

Then I steady my mad mother

who, staggering downstairs in her frail bones

and failing sight,

takes me in her arms and asks:

‘What is the matter, darling?

Whatever is the matter?’