It’s too cold for this cardigan

Shifting from one foot to another

Should I ring again?

Plastic cuts into the curve of my fingers

I worry if I brought the right things

There’s no advice book on what to bring when your kid had a manic episode

No chapter in What To Expect When Your Expecting

Favorite book and a toothbrush

Sweatpants without strings

Unfulfilled dreams and deodorant

With each second the bags grow heavier

Should I ring again?

No someone will come down

My hands shake but not from the cold

I lean against the glass door

To keep from plunging beneath the surface