Stories to walk

Living outside

I walked down the path with a hand inside the left pocket—sweaty and numb—to slide through the most horrendous of stories.

It's one without tittle
Like, it's big. Not an elephant in a room,
But a lion in a cell.

Or a cheetah on a leash...

Decolonial fight
Is a hamster wheel without massive effort

But how can you care?
If you know not what you might be seeking,,,