bobbing up and down on waves of disgust and fear and walking lulu on leash joy bursting out and there's scary graffiti appearing on clarence darrow bridge condemned, the path muddy, water too high to pass under. i was going to call talk therapy a temporary stay-at-home-non-essential but she reached out and said let's meet on the long bench, six feet i think, i still think it's funny and is it just protocol, the leash is six feet, the social distance is six feet, and burial is six feet. just coincidence, yes, of course, every uncanny connection is.
everybody's making plans for nobody. where did this come from. from the zone where nature takes over from the failed human state.