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What the Neighbors Heard
by Mara Okonkwo — the poem does not scroll away while you write about it.
The poem
Not the plates. We never broke plates.What they heard was quieter than that —a door closed at a specific decibel,footsteps taking the stairs two at a timelike the house itself was in trouble.
They heard nothing, and drew their own conclusions,because nothing, said at that volume,is its own kind of noise.
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