Fiction, Fabulous Fabrication, or Fact?
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Monday, October 3, 2016
Oma Mit Tante Fransiska
They were not killed by the bomb
but are walking out of the dusty rubble.
My eyes carrying them into the present
where I watch them grow old and happy
not young and killed. You know
the story and how I can't let go
of it and them and telling. Not like
in real life where this is not possible.