my eyes are dry and itchy. i wish it was summer. what are we going to do in summer? will we still be dying off? will summer happen without us as the rigged elections carry on and we die off?
we fought again i could not sleep. i slept but woke like this, stuffed with remorse. seagulls on the midway and a lone man runs in an orange hazard jacket. some other birds sing. i wish i could wake and sing like a bird. no words. nothing to specify joy or sorrow. i wish i could wake and sing to be alive.