April 20: Susceptible

by allisonkujiraoka

Times aren’t lean,

but everyone’s feeling mean.

A thinning circumscription

reigns in what we possess–

the self and all its mess.

Ugliness oozes where patience has bled dry.

Wordless needs are met with a scornful eye.

The damage we’re susceptible to–

it comes from me and you.

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