May 2020
skin melts
into cream
I dream
of a world
without me
where cameras
are too big
to hold
or hide
and I can
walk my
dog “diggity”
on the street
and clean up
behind him
and it is
a chore
not a story
into cream
I dream
of a world
without me
where cameras
are too big
to hold
or hide
and I can
walk my
dog “diggity”
on the street
and clean up
behind him
and it is
a chore
not a story
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)
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