Things have happened. I’ve gotten sick and well, sick and well. Nearby warehouses holding unregulated plastics and their flawed byproducts have burned down over the course of 8 days; if my home valley wasn’t poisoned before it’s poisoned now. I adopted a small black cat and a week later she is still nameless. Every day I am a little more afraid to look at Facebook because at some point my brain decided it couldn’t read about sexual assault anymore, not without breaking. Here is a poem.