If This Isn’t an Emergency, Please Hang up and Dial 9/11

I was there. I should know better than to go about my days like this. This day of all days.

If this isn’t an emergency, please hang up and dial 9/11.

Chin forward, shoulders hunched, blowing by the given while chasing down the made. Snowed under at summer’s end by all that remains unattained and not yet accomplished.

If this isn’t an emergency, please hang up and dial 9/11.

I wasn’t there there, not at Ground Zero. But close enough, in the West Village. To see the gouged towers burn and spew before they fell. To wonder how those trapped would ever get down or out.

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