Coffins
Coffins.
Why did it have to be coffins, my first look at the flood of 2016? Why did it have to be coffins floating in flood waters near the site where I escaped both levee failure (LA) and Katrina (MS) in 2005?
Some macabre Louisiana joke, I lied to myself while stuck on the image, sitting at a desk in an office...you're one of the lucky ones, my survivor's guilt snaps at me. Still, these bad jolts, followed
by feeling grateful for the lack of human death this go 'round, while lead-stomach sickened for them all, including the coffins' occupants, including my friends in ashes within urns in New Orleans, the ones who didn't make it and here I am staring
at that photograph, in 2016, followed by blinking in relief that now there is less vitriol in the press, with a side of big question mark on how they couldn't care less...care forgot.
I didn't.
Ashes.
Coffins.
Spirits
Why did it have to be coffins, my first look at the flood of 2016? Why did it have to be coffins floating in flood waters near the site where I escaped both levee failure (LA) and Katrina (MS) in 2005?
Some macabre Louisiana joke, I lied to myself while stuck on the image, sitting at a desk in an office...you're one of the lucky ones, my survivor's guilt snaps at me. Still, these bad jolts, followed
by feeling grateful for the lack of human death this go 'round, while lead-stomach sickened for them all, including the coffins' occupants, including my friends in ashes within urns in New Orleans, the ones who didn't make it and here I am staring
at that photograph, in 2016, followed by blinking in relief that now there is less vitriol in the press, with a side of big question mark on how they couldn't care less...care forgot.
I didn't.
Ashes.
Coffins.
Spirits
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