When the glitter jar hit the floor

When the glitter jar hit the floor, the metal lid bent and popped off. When the glitter jar hit the floor, the metal lid bent and popped off, but the glass did not break. When the glitter jar hit the floor, the metal lid bent and popped off, but the glass did not break, the glass did not break. When the glitter jar hit the floor, the metal lid bent and popped off, but the glass did not break, instead, gold glitter water spilled onto the rug and along the crooked floor under the bunkbeds. Glitter, glitter everywhere.

All of us were crying. All of us were crying at the same time. All of us were crying at the same time, but for different reasons. All of us were crying at the same time, but for different reasons, reasons like sushi, cousins, and everything everything all of it. All of us were crying at the same time, but for different reasons like how long, why can’t we play with him, why why why? All of us were crying at the same time, but for different reasons and in different ways. One cries staccato, one cries in screams, one has learned to cry quietly. The one that cries in screams has noticed that grownups cry differently than children. We learn how to cry quietly.

On a long walk, I come up to the hospital which hold the emergency room where the one that cries in screams got her first stitches at age three and a half and didn’t scream at all when they sewed up her forehead, she just watched the glitter in a magic wand given to her by the kindest nurse.

I walk up to the white tent before I realize what it is. I walk up to the white tent before I realize that it’s attached to the white semi-truck. I walk up to the white tent before I realize that it’s attached to the white semi-truck. I walk up to the white tent before I realize that it’s attached to the white semi-truck. I freeze. I don’t walk for a moment, then I start to walk again. Detouring, I pass the ambulance driver standing next to the parked ambulance, maybe listening to music on her air pods and dancing.