talk about this later,
suspending a terrible moment
to slowly drift
down the corridor,
echoing arguments,
the announcement to come
through this.
I am in and out,
fades of attention,
the sound of empty glass.
We pass different rooms.
This is important.
Go ahead. Practice your
system of partitions
before we leave.
I have you
over yesterday,
out of voice.
Ask: May I have your cries?
Forward, we try.
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