I'll be honest. I got tired yesterday. So here is the poem that was all keyed up but never made it to screens near you.
Bilingual 3/25
...out the door. The voices in the hall...
...fell...
...like ivy (she's thinking all of this afterwards).
Hushed, as the flames began...
...were orange and licking, popping floor-
boards, fingers on edges of hinges screaming
paint blisters then peels then melts...
...slam slam slam...
...like t was all happening overhead,
a sudden war in the troposphere...
...folding in, then...
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