seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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war

she read her poetry to the class, fragile voice like a crystal tinkling, the sound of tiny echoes.

she said "with our do-nothing eyes"

she said "he ran like a gorilla across the traffic"

a girl at the front of the classroom put her face down on the desk, teary-eyed

and i doodled HAPPY HALLOWEEN over and over again in my journal,

nervous laughter and chatter filling up my head as i remembered things from my past, of war

of my mother and the laundry basket

and my sister and i emerging from the plane in matching pink sweatsuits with tiny barrettes pulling our hair back

and the way my aunts and uncles clutched us tight to their chests, feeling the fragile bones of shoulder blades, feeling the fragile tire tracks of our spines

11:47 - 11 October, 2002

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