sanctimonious
sanctimonious traces a period between 2020-21, when illness, mortality, and mourning was constant.
A virus takes more than could be imagined. Police snatch a few too. Detroit is my vantage point. To remain. I think about it often. Measure breath, measure steps, measure my disgust. Daily scenes, seen through screens, are too much. A bitter pill. The remains are a few micro stories, meditations, flipbooks, tangents, snapshots of repetitive walks, recast as circular thoughts.