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she just stares at me

and mutters,
What?

I look at her, confused.
She turns back to look at her glowing rectangle.

I decide to keep to myself.

I guess Americans do not like to talk much,

at least not as much as we do.
We finally land at Mini-soda,

and everything is dead.

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Austin Shapiro

Lapis L.A.

Ed. Casey Rosenthal
FLYING BOAT

(Takes place right before “SNOW” but after “FLYING BOAT”)

I am walking through the home
of the flying boats.

The helper lady is walking with me,
guiding me through the hallways.

The flying boat from Africa returned to Earth here.
The helper lady tells me we’re in Washington D.C.

As we walk down the big hallway,
I trip over someone else’s leg,

and I fall to the ground,
landing on my hands and knees.

Are you okay, Kek? the helper lady asks with her gentle voice.
I learned these words at the camp in Africa.

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