fuse composite
Fuse Composite If you told me I would step over a body, in broad daylight, when I was ten. I likely may have objected. The sun is barely up when I see him at first. Nose tucked to knees. Wool hat on a warm day. Stepping over him doesn’t bother me, I don’t get that far. When I see him; I turn the other way. It is not a usual switch to rejection that I am hitting a stranger with right now. It is an open lack of desire to know more. I’ve...