by Esther Greenleaf Murer
If by any chance you're alive
and reading this, whoever you may be,
know that when this was written
the American body politic
was solid. The more the crisis deepened
the more we resisted fluidity,
openness, reconciliation,
healing. Those we called "terrorism."
And in our terror we clung together,
molecules frozen in place,
quivering with rage.
Rage, terror, the American
way. Solid.
Esther Greenleaf Murer lives in Philadelphia. Besides NVN, she has had poems published in numerous other online zines -- most recently Apparatus Magazine, The Umbrella, and The Centrifugal Eye.
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