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What the Neighbors Heard

Mara Okonkwo

Free verse · Anger

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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