In a sudden sinking panic
Thoughts rush by
Too many to make amends with
The notion of not existing does not cause panic
But that sudden moment
How does it feel for it all to end
Will we know it, will we remember it?
Envisioning real body trauma
I cannot reckon what true pain feels like
I cannot envision the impact
My stomach tightens and turns
I see others thinking the same thoughts as me
With eyes tightly closed, with knuckle turning white
-KM
On a ferry across the river
we talked about trash and
I thought about when I
was a little kid.
We would miss the ferry
at Wood's Hole and go to the
bakery and the thrift shop
that smelled like everyone's closet.
The air smelled only like the ocean
and our car moved across it.
I loved how my hair went wild with
the wind. I'd look out for dogs.
On the other side we would
be there.
-Hannah
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