There’s no way around
it, Plotinus. Living to-
gether in time, we
are responsible
for each other. It’s absurd.
It’s Summer now, the
A.C.is on, a
fly rests on the lip of your
coffee cup — empty,
as if that mattered.
You sit there, disgusted. Just
don’t let your eye stray
below the fold. Child-
ren of immigrants tortured
at U.S. border.
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