on the bright side, i may have a paying job soon- but no one hold their breath...
the numbers
...I want to close my eyes and find a quiet field in fog, a few sheep moving towards a
fence.
I want to count them, I want them to end. I don't want to wonder
how many people are sitting in restaurants about to close down,
which of them will wander the sidewalks all night
while the pies revolve in the refrigerated dark.
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