Her feelings lived at the intersection of hysterically funny and heartbreaking.
One day she blew and people on the street said,
“that mushroom cloud used to be a girl.”
But they didn’t hide their faces
because when someone is absolutely consumed
by the things there are to feel in this world,
we know how to bear witness.
The historical record does not show whether it was beautiful.
In fact there is no record, the only evidence that it occurred at all
is your secret conviction that it happens all the time.
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