We all have squatter’s rights. 

We never forget and we do not forgive. Even tho we’re too fat to have insurance, our moms have always been supportive. Viruses are like that. The wind too. Shivers of a sigh, glistening in black, typical of nothing congealed, we made messes all over the nestling ground to suit a creative purpose, balancing running around everywhere in total regression and then explaining our gorilla masks as a prior condition.