When mommy was pregnant
our building caught fire
choking her up on the 16th floor
Daddy wasn’t home
I was just a fetus
Safe and sound in her round belly
but I’m sure the stairs jiggled me
An out of service elevator
Sissy was not yet two,
a slow walker,
so mother used her hip
A wobbling, heavy, tumbler
One hand holding the fish bowl
the other my sister,
the rabbit hopping slowly behind
Sissy crying, her perspiring
Sixteen floors later
safe and sound on the outside
comes comfort at the bottom
We lost the rabbit
winter
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