Awl Fwk Tup

I never saw or heard a gunshot. What I have seen is the aftermath. Dazed mothers, dead children cradled in their arms. There’s just barely enough space for everyone. I watch a man whose stubbly chin and shuffling, arthritic walk interest me. I am him. You have to be reasonable and understand the situation. Strangers disguised as angels won’t leave us alone. The rubble and weeds stretching toward the river have a different meaning now. If you click on the link, it will take you there. Do it for love; if you do it for love, you can’t fuck up.