hunched over in a patio chair drooling into the dirt, watching clear spit sink away from its foam and into the earth, my fascist neighbor and i are feet apart as he fishes, we treat each other like ghosts, hes always drunk as fuck yelling at his wife and cat and kids when hes inside but right now he's cooing sweetly to a fish caught on his line, violent thoughts pass through but i just drool in my chair, dumb as fuck, i need to hear him catch the fish for some reason, as if there's something to "get"












