Typewriter poem shot against a flannel shirt with a dried cherry blossom branch. Photoshop text overlays in images 2-5.
4.10.2020
Gunshots
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.