and then 3 haters come by and i write the text in my phone not that 3 haters come by but that you can't say helter skelter is just a song about an amusement park ride. arms stiff at their sides, i haven't seen them for a while, they've been self-isolating-hating inside. do they hate to love even themselves? what is inside? hate is compelling. i'm curious about hate. i wonder even as they are reduced in size as i take 3 pictures as they walk away utterly ignored except from behind. goodbye, go without dog, dog loves you anyway. both hate and love, some of each of us, will last and survive.