i murmur to myself
my chin is resting on my knees
and my arm encircles my mom's right calf
hugging myself and her right calf
she clicks through the powerpoints
is this what being generation X means?
i think to myself
having powerpoints of how much parents care for their children
mom's hand grabs mine in the third slide
where the author writes about pushing her son into the metal doors of kindergarten
she sees his stub of a silhouette tottering
chubby hands wiping off the snot and tears
mom's hand quavers a bit during the fifth
they are at the airport
her son walks into the terminal and doesn't look back
the powerpoint is complete with music
singing how happiness is so much like sorrow
this is silly
i think as i cry
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