mostly i overhear conversations

and think 'thank god i'm not friends

with any of those people'

mostly i see small parts of stranger's

lives and think 'christ, that's rough'

tall gangly children awkward and worry-ridden

with kids and grandkids and avoiding any blame

married to money

not dead if a heart beat's all that's needed

not alive if a heart beat's not all that's needed

they are a steady pulse steadily growing softer

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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