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That’s my boyfriend! she tells us
“That’s my boyfriend!” she tells us
as the grey-haired man pushes himself
slowly backward. Using his feet.
The wheelchair moved more easily that way.
“I think the world of her,” he says
being careful not to move too quickly
lest he jar his neck brace. (She calls it a “halo.”)
His age amplifying his injuries
Her face, at age 91, beams as he says this.
And she suddenly looks exactly
as I imagine she did at age 18
Kind words will do that
Those kind in particular
Especially in this place