un-silent.
You know what she’s saying.
You know what she’s saying.
You know what she’s saying.
Focus on her smile. On the cheetah print hijab. On the purple dress. On the leather jacket.
On the cat.
On the cat.
On the cat.
The cat that watches her calmly, settles in the crook of her elbow and against her hip, reaches up to hold itself to her when she needs both hands to speak.
It knows things, this cat. It understands. It tilts its head back towards the rubble as if to say, “See? See where I’ve come from and see where I am? Can you understand her now? Now? While she uses both hands that hold me?”
Can you understand?
Can you understand?
Can you understand?
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