A schoolboy's jacket this was all we could find
A charred pair of shoes she had no face
A shadow on the steps he turned to look
A clock stopped at 8:15 the insides were fused
Burns shaped like birds and flowers she wore her favorite dress
A boy in rags it was his skin
A tattered dress in a tree she blew away
a door had opened into the air there
you were and then you weren't
Author Bio:
Sylvia Watanabe is a fiction writer and graphic artist who teaches Creative Writing at Oberlin College. Her current work focuses on the invisible and erased histories of our nuclear heritage.
A charred pair of shoes she had no face
A shadow on the steps he turned to look
A clock stopped at 8:15 the insides were fused
Burns shaped like birds and flowers she wore her favorite dress
A boy in rags it was his skin
A tattered dress in a tree she blew away
a door had opened into the air there
you were and then you weren't
Author Bio:
Sylvia Watanabe is a fiction writer and graphic artist who teaches Creative Writing at Oberlin College. Her current work focuses on the invisible and erased histories of our nuclear heritage.
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