Narrative Difference
1
I’ve been driving my car around town
up and down the braille of pot-holed streets
up and down the braille of pot-holed streets
Looking for the music of doubt. Always
the shroud of sky. Always the eager
the shroud of sky. Always the eager
Truth wavers in and out of reach
Like a white flag that’s been washed too many times.
Hindsight helps us forget the human face of survival.
Hindsight helps us forget the human face of survival.
2
Over dinner, children diminished to
voices heard through closed windows, bikes circling
the drive way like red and blue planets. Choices
are not what we've recorded. Instead,
voices heard through closed windows, bikes circling
the drive way like red and blue planets. Choices
are not what we've recorded. Instead,
A conglomerate of sense—a way
to see from individual to whole.
to see from individual to whole.
A way to circle and circle a center—
gravel popping beneath our tire’s weigh.
gravel popping beneath our tire’s weigh.
3
Her Aunt was employed by the Gestapo to screen
phone activity. She ignored the red flag words
that pulsed out like blood—Instead she reported
what could not be condemned. Stood
the only ground she had. However pot-holed.
However much the sky pressed down
into the eyes of puddles.
phone activity. She ignored the red flag words
that pulsed out like blood—Instead she reported
what could not be condemned. Stood
the only ground she had. However pot-holed.
However much the sky pressed down
into the eyes of puddles.
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