it is an unpopular thing to be a satiated cancer cell,
to want less in a world that runs on the panting exhale
of those chasing more.
oblivious to the deafening silence,
Leopold is following skunk tracks
through the snow,
and i am trying to remember
the last time i was brave enough
to follow a question
all the way to its answer.
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🐝 beth
