Shattered glass on tiled floors might do more damage than good damning the existence of gravity exposing the frugality of human kind granting clarity that all that’s broken can not be fixed. In the wake of attempts to clear chaos once all our hands are remains of blood and muscle, the glass remains broken...

He was talking to me about my rug He told me that all I do is sweep things under it I said I know. I said that I’d been wearing the same mask day in and day out without a thought to stop and breathe That I could feel everything under that rug growing...