a meeting of three people, for 4 hours and 18 minutes*

I knew her family,
tainted with happiness, their eyes drenched
in blood and horror movies.
Something is about to happen, child told me,
On a train home, or back or both.
Selling houses that don’t exit; not a conversation,
a meeting back and forward anyway
You look at it
Curiously remembering
her crying baby.
No one could see a woman who didn’t speak.