it's spring yet it's a ghastly spring. i was going to say creepy. then i thought ghostly. everywhere you look there is someone who might kill you. some of them have guns. some just sputum. everything is growing deadly this spring. 
i saw two islands of sputum on the walk and i willed a partially blind mister around them. i saw a dude heaving in the space between a building and the community garden. we cross the street zigzag frequently. we scatter like urchins. vigilance is our only strength, as it always was, and now so differently. we're not just aware, we are soul scared.