next stop:
new york city, new york
paris, france
for the next few years of my life after Vietnam, you can bet on it.
and then as we sit
in front of screens
mothers scream
and kids want
icecream
someone
falls down
a set of stairs
and another
falls
for him
and then as we sit
in front of scenes
they pass
and we hold our breaths
as cars sneeze by
we say
bless you
bless us
laughter
takes up space
and we
smile
because
we wouldn't have it
any other way
and then as we sit
she cries
and they party
and someone sleeps
mindlessly
listening to
neighbors yell
and the trees
they whistle
because they try
to feel something
to feel something
and it is then
that I sit.
that I sit.

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