underlying
all human activity.
some breaking others,
some breaking down,
quiet, staying inside.
some heartless; some heartbroken.
i feel fragile.
sort of acute; sort of numb.
my skin desert
where water once flowed,
moisture disappears instantly,
into itching, cracking ground.
my once generous skin
struggling to regenerate.
heard about a dog
with a woman on a roof. dog falling,
crushed bones.
a woman breaking borrowed homes,
serially, with the dog
surviving her care. what i wonder
will become of the dog.
seriously,
what is to become of us all?
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