The Undeniable Pressure of Existence — synthetic zero

I saw the fox running by the side of the road

past the turned-away brick faces of the condominiums

past the Citco gas station with its line of cars and trucks

and he ran, limping, gaunt, matted dull haired past Jim’s Pizza,

past the Wash-O-Mat,

past the Thai Garden,

his sides heaving like bellows and […]

via The Undeniable Pressure of Existence — synthetic zero

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