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while parking my car amist the caos of downtown,across the street a guy carying a backpack like mine, only blue instead of red, is doubled over throwing up.
he heaves and his whole body contracts pushing the clear vomit out.

and on and on for like 20 minutes.

its clear.
and thick.

i go for coffee and among the "how is work?",
'have you seen this movie
" "or that?", everything slows down and i want to hit the fat man sitting beside me and rip his beard off his face
its stained with nicotine and its loo long.

everyone looks away as i put on my sweater. my shirt was white and thin.

when i get back in my car, i realised i hadnt locked it.

two blocks away a man is leaning out of his drivers side door, throwing up. he has no hair and his car is the same color as mine.

i took the long way home.
i could see the farms outside of the city, and i appreciate the hills (wishing the oncomimg car decides to swerve towards me).

im too scared to do it myself.

skills i want to die with.
embolming.
quilting.
sewing.
driving.
building.
flying.

days like today are for wishing this public media was not as easy to access..

i wish i could feel you breathing.