My story ends as it began,
behind the scenes, the history
of waiting for the win,
scared that the victor
would eat us out of memory
even as losers.
I will say this.
I went in a first car
for the first time in a month,
warned that the highways
are sitll bad with
shuffling commuters.
Sometimes, my unclue siad,
you can hear the horns
mile from the guarded off ramp.
Words between my Mom and I
are my own business,
but I'll relate this:
Midnight, we made our way
to the church, just cleared
and clean enough to enter.
A minister from the neighboring
Baptist church was about to start.
the old women in the pew behind us
said straightfaced and clear
how good it was that younger people
were coming to mass this year.
That's when I knew the human race
could survive even this.
That was the true terror.
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