I watched a man die last night, from my bedroom window, I watched a man die. I also watched a man try to save his life, after he was shot.
A large tent camp congregated across the street from my apt in wake of COVID-19 and that's where a senseless act of violence was committed last night.
I've never watched someone die like that before, while I stood in my bathrobe, unable to look away for an entire hour. Please try to be kind and gentle. The world is hurting. We are all hurting.
Typewriter poem shot against a flannel shirt with a dried cherry blossom branch. Photoshop text overlays in images 2-5.