The East Village Allison Cobb 9-17-01 Woke up commuted fell silent. And guess. And fell. And silent. Almost on purpose now there will and fall a self dying like going into dying. Like silent. But also there being last Tuesday. Last Tuesday there being there to run there above as were falling. As in falling from windows in bodies as soon became known as. As Living Wage. Jobs. Invisible having voted in the morning. Famous now nothing having voted having gone to work forgiven everything woken up. Of that world in selves of waking up. In the morning that chance gorgeous edifice. What says forgive us wake up and tosses its falling from watching out windows. From windows fire from the ice glass of falling from stories. From falling from the window of water in attitude peaceful in falling as a no name attached to anything. What uncurled commute to the names from anything. Nameless and fallen on the first day uncurled to fall to commuted to silent. Next