• Cameron Morse

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In actual experience, our life is not only plural, but also singular. Each one of us is both dependent and independent.

Acorns click to the driveway like LEGO’s dropping from my neighbor’s pin oak tree. No trespassing I hiss when Theo strays into the adjacent lot.

When walking I discriminate for him the city from the citizen, the right side from the left. Yet he's always getting his shoes on backwards, always tossing footsteps to the private inside of the sidewalk and these rampant squirrels don't mind who pays the mortgage so long as they reap with their sickle incisors a harvest of nuts.




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