2022-02-03
dead grass
Children compete with wild dogs for scraps of expired food in the mildew shadows of abandoned tenements. Sometimes a child comes back with a dead pup for dinner. Sometimes the child never returns. And the dogs get fatter.
Please, blue sky, save us from this world of dead grass. Nothing but a rodeo of wind at the end of the world. A lonely pervert hauling naked mannequins from the swimming pool back to his apartment.