TOMORROW
If I knew the other language, I'd use it - instead
I hear only the children screaming next door, in this
2-room walk-up, in this dank, dark hall, in this
flattened street of nothing at all. Someone is
pounding the walk, yelling at a kid, while I
try getting rest. The youngster is screaming
back - I am unsettled, weary, and dead.
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If there was a light I could light to illumine the
scene and just have things go away, I would.
If I knew the other language to use, I'd say it,
speak, and utter. I cannot do any of this,
most unfortunate for me, and must abide
what's presented to me. The noise and the
clamor, I assume, will subside. For now
I'm too tense to really respond.
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