Untitled #41A Poem by hannahjchin
We have been caught.
Well not yet, but soon. We are the moment when the oak in the forest falls... Moments before it falls and makes a sound. You are I are the oldest child sitting at the dinner table, pretending not to be able to understand as our parents spell out D - I- -V - O - R - C - E for their "children's sake". You and I are the 99th problem, the 364th day of unanswered phone calls when we have promised ourselves 365 was the last day we'd wait. You and I are slippery hands that have just fallen limp and watch with eyes that attempt to reign in the crystal glass we have dropped you... and I? We are the sudden heat. The thick dampness in the air. The charge of desperation bordering on frustration the moment before the tantrum. The moment when you can hear thunder in your mind and suddenly hear it echo your ears.
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