“a wordless unison leads gabrielle goliath’s chorus before the humming begins

we wish we didn’t have to be the ones to tell you …

the children say this with their faces, an unperformed search for cues as they settle in the risers

where was the ending, again?

their classmate was murdered. maybe you don’t know this or maybe you know the basic fact – grief – and need some more information. you fixate on individuals, look for clues in their breathing all of them are children.

who is the mother?

time and pain. no way to answer time and pain. the sound is a long ask:

are we now adults?

who is asking?”

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