I can't seem to keep things straight.

I think there was an explosion...

When the rubble was cleared... I don't know...The others were like bodies they dragged from a wreckage. Unrecognizable. "Who are you?"--my words, reverberating inside like a knock on the head. His hand reaching out toward me is amazingly intact, reaching underneath my matted hair and lifting me into the air. He thinks into my head: this hospital is burning/I'll carry you out/safety/an advertisement for whiskey from an old magazine. I'm choking on shirt fibers and black smoke, heading straight out from hell.