and dust on my father's clothes
I didn't know what I was seeing, I laughed
tracing gravity with two pencils on my desk,
they drew the blinds on the windows but not
on the television or newspapers
or the sky thick with two hundred and twenty stories
on shredded paper. I had never read them.
Almost one thousand three hundred and forty-four people
were trapped burning on the top of the world
in less than a minute
and I was asked if I was alright.
I was asked to leave the room.
What did I know about war?
my mother wanted me home.
on shredded paper. I had never read them.
Almost one thousand three hundred and forty-four people
were trapped burning on the top of the world
in less than a minute
and I was asked if I was alright.
I was asked to leave the room.
What did I know about war?
my mother wanted me home.
