lbfdc:

I spent the night with

an old friend

a new friend

someone who has been named
after a Moorcock’s novel

we saw humanity

in a stray cat chasing a mouse

in a dozen rats escaping a trash can

but

not in the way we treat migrants here

wandering around

Jaurès, Stalingrad

behind police vehicles

living in the same world as ours

sharing steps with us

desperately shadows

dreaming about whales too