9/11: Day Forty One

I remember being on the train that morning

I remember all of the bodies pressing against

Glass and metal and me.  I remember feeling it.

I remember the feeling of the cool seat against my thighs

And I remember all of the bodies and breath and stories alive.

I remember being alive.

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