to keep the world out
and
away
from you.
it bleeds in eventually.
the paper,
the tv,
your phone,
a nosy neighbor asking
if you've seen
the latest
tragedy on Fox or CNN.
politics
and gore.
sometimes
you look out the window
from the second floor
and see the smoke
rising,
the fire in the distance
and hear
the sirens.
sometimes it's just
the dog howling.
he seems
to know.
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