MAYDAY

Dec. 7th, 1941
by Stephen Gibson

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She wasn’t sure what happened, hearing the news—
she was buying a pack of smokes at the corner
(not for herself, she didn’t smoke, for her father).
She wasn’t sure what happened, hearing the news:
a girlfriend was in Lenox Hill—some car hit her
(only later, my mom learned about Honolulu).
She wasn’t sure what happened, hearing the news—
she was buying a pack of smokes at the corner.

 

 

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