Death As A Way Of Life [We Wonder At Our Shifting Capacities, Keep]

By Anna Moschovakis

We wonder at our shifting capacities, keep adding and striking skills from the bottoms of our résumés under constant revision like the inscriptions on tombs shared for generations unnervingly up to date Made nervous by our shift in capabilities, we write:

                    I visited a country where kittens lay dying
                    under every bench, in every gutter, next to
                    every cigarette butt. One made me weep.
                    Tow made me worry. Three made me
                    look away I visited a city with very few
                    strays. The first one I saw I adopted.
                    What could it mean?
                                —posted by Sarah. 6.18.06

Hit “publish” and look away.

The New Violence: I visited a country where
everything looked like home

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