OBSERVE
The way people hold toilet paper
their fights over the price of fresh meat
the golden green parakeets sing
a lone fat rat chewing bread
bats swoop low through the rafters,
graze their heads finding home
three figures sit in the glare
and gently sizzle their skin.
The way we used to stand
close to strangers
the feeling of my body, alone
in a room, is not scary anymore
until the tiny frames fall off the screen
parting notes.
JESSICA WOOD
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