i was explaining to a friend earlier today
that morality didn't seem to exist for anyone's actions/behavior -
i convinced myself that it was okay that everyone pursued their own happiness.



he yells on phone. then silence.
i see the the outline of his head above the wooden fence.
behind him a red wall with lights -
mufflers of cruisers on sunset in the distance.
crickets chirp close by the window.

his voice drowns out in between.

and all i can think of are muffled tears in the silence of a moving car.
speechless.

i cry, too.