I enter it tentatively,
morning,
sinew first, fists up, wishing for whiskers to probe the edges.
Gentleness is more crucial than ever: there is a layer of violence
just beneath my skin
(
our skin. Do you feel it?
Noose-like all over).
It leaves no trace,
this violence of
economics and ideology,
that accost the
sunrise itself every time
it climbs up to reflect on us.