porch in the morning. Open/w Wednesday::I was watching the snow hit the ground.I heard footsteps but i thought they were from an animal.I saw a big black shadow so i pulled my gun out from behind my back,I point at you "Who are you?" i say a bit scared.
violence has changed me. / My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; / now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, / with the sense it is being tested. — Louise Glück, from “October,” Averno: Poems