Amanda, what are you staring at?
arms up, eyes closed,
as if to say "wait,
"I lost my phone."
You alright Pandah?,
on your knees, eyes shut,
staring at the tile.
" Im a'right," all mumbled up.
" Pandah, my Pandah."
approaching sirens.
too late for narcane kit,
no sense in trying.
Amanda, should have looked
at those pictures instead,
looking from the walls at you--
staring at the ceiling overhead.
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