yesterday on the playground wind blowing all the little individually wrapped snack packs around and the dogs chasing and eating i got sad angry and picked them up and threw them across the school fence thinking how we think of one individual bite plasticized and we have lost all connection.
today i watch for sama and i see how far the loss of connection goes. and no one stops the killing. i'm weeping and mister looks up and crawls over to me, i say at least we're not being bombed, mister.