handprint smear on doorways, frames, windows.
the way the walls shiver with each passing truck.
at the airport: an Egyptian well-dressed and grey around the edges
explains violence to a Lebanese man 40 yrs younger who lays claim to Beirut, then admits Jersey City.
I sit between and notice only their matching backpacks,
their beautiful eyes.
today: early April in December but my bones stay cold. shivering to echo the walls.
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