because america… (haiku / 7.4.20)
plastic army men
molten into balls of green
hot and mottled death
“Writers are solitaries by vocation and necessity. I sometimes think the test is not so much talent, which is not as rare as people think, but purpose or vocation, which manifests in part as the ability to endure a lot of solitude and keep working.”
—Rebecca Solnit
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