Daily shelter-in place break. Home-made mask on my face. A brother approaches from the corner. “Excuse me. I was just wunder-run. How can you do that?” I stooped down to pick up Wally’s poop.
Shit is shit & I know bull when I hear it.
“I’m no bum, but I was wunder-run…See, I ran out of gas down the street.”
“Sorry man, I ain’t got no cash.”
So he started conver-sating some more about compostable poop bags & wunder-run about the benefits & risks of doggie fertilizer.
Two lives. Too lies.