You are having a hard time,
said in quotation marks.
There are echoes from no mans land, but they are understood universally.
What happened to you?
I open my mouth where a dried root lays.
We revel in the sand and my skin becomes paper,
We circle round the uprooted valley.
Round and round we go.
You are having a hard time,
you say in quotation marks.
Like a cartoon.