The home guard, who knew her well and were fond of her, had started the day carrying bouquets of flowers to present to her. They had not dropped them to fulfill the new orders. They carried them in the left hand, and their guns in the right hand. They looked embarassed, and puzzled, not knowing which they were going to use.
We looked very fine, cause we were leaving
Lacking a free hot dog due to that of my skirt's length. Regret. Noon party music climbing through my window from that of my neighbors'. Forgetting. They have been outside all day, amongst the hanging laundry; the red wifebeater, the blue jeans, playing festive but still doing as they should, the water leaving everything through heat and light. The neighbors outside drying up inside, leaving stains beneath their sleeves. Same sleeves looking at their fate, their brothers, on the line. It's hot and bright outside, it's february 19th.