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This scrunched up

piece

of toilet paper

that I held in my

hand

so hard

as your eyes raged

black

Is all that is

left of me

It is the only

thing

of mine

still standing.

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Observatory

Ian showed me

a ticket

ripped, with a phone number

on the back.

Might have been

thrown out weeks ago

But now eerily kept,

Preserved.

He showed it to

me like a prize:

World Trade Center

Observatory

September, 2000

‘How big was it?’

I asked, with the

naivety of one

who has never seen

the like

of a skyscraper.

‘Bigger than you could ever imagine,’

he replied.






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