streams of melody fly past my body
and I’m unsure how to move.
[watching]
my insides decide there’s no hope
and maybe they’re right.
because
this afternoon I caught reality in a glimpse.
I can’t look much longer
without gagging to vomit.
so much beauty married to the depths of pain.
humanity is wounded
and no one is grabbing the gauze.

we don't know where it is.