19.7.10
the debris.
the past hour i saw the deterioration of a relationship between my mother and my sister.
i saw the past repeat itself.
angry words like bulldozers in shoddy buildings.
ground zero in my living room.
the debris is suffocating.
and i saw children who were afraid.
and i saw a mother who was afraid.
and i, too, felt afraid.
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