Volume 11, October 2014
It’s Like There’s Ash Everywhere
Not the way you think, but when you walk outside
you can feel its fingers tap your lungs.
My parents tell me they used the building
for triage, but it looks the same.
All the little old women wear surgical masks
in the street and we wonder why
men with bleating wands
move mute throughout our classrooms.
I’m just happy to be back from Brooklyn.
Basketball season has started. Sometimes I cough
when we run suicides during practice.
No one talks about what happened
but I’ve heard some kids are in therapy
some kids saw the planes
and think they’re still falling.