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When My Son Sees Me Through the Window

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When my son sees me
through the window
he throws his body
into it. Ten fingers
slap against the glass.
Toes extend and relax
bobbing him up and down
forward and back.
The joy is honest.
Six teeth open wide,
his smile is full-bodied.
He watches me
with all of himself.


Stephanie Woolley-Larrea’s work has been published in Sentence, Coe Review, 400 Words, Florida English, and MiPOesias, among other places. She lives in Miami, Florida, with her partner and 5-year-old triplets.


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