midnight sweat
midnight vomit
crying and clutching the trash can
no school for me
mother’s blanket-wrapped sadness
predawn on the front porch
watching the school burn
four fire departments couldn’t stop the blaze
what could a woman in a blanket hope to do
that they couldn’t?
“good news,” she whispers
smoothing back my tangled hair
wiping the fever away with a cool cloth
“no school for anyone”
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