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eight september
eleven : nineteen p.m.
waking up during a cold, open-window night to pick the comforter up off the floor and pull it back over our bodies.
and then i hear from him:
"louisiana is terrible. mississippi is worse."
"where are you?"
"abita springs, louisiana."
"alone?"
"how can you feel alone in a state of refugees?"