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The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.
Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.
One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.
One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.
One of them
Missed his bus.
One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.
Car wouldn’t start.
Get a taxi.
The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..
Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,
This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment
I’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything
In the women’s bathroom of my building, someone wrote:
"1 in 3 women at this university is sexually assaulted.
I am one.”
And someone else added “me, too.”
This is relatively new graffiti. It appeared in the last few months or maybe half a year. Over time, I have seen a “me three” appear and then a “me four.” As of this past Friday, eight women have anonymously disclosed their sexual assaults on that wall.
I think this is a lot of what happens - solitary, under florescent lights, young women scratch their pain onto steel walls, hoping to excise it from their skins, relieved and sickened they’re not completely alone.
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