Time ran out.

It’s one of those peekaboo fogs.

Your integrity has a political bent.
I stay in position, authentic / inauthentic;


I model your bifurcated attitude
yet I could do with more peek, less boo —

everything I neglect is in a broad context. One after another piles up if
or when —

This is when —

Your nuclear self, writing you, lingers for a moment or more... Huh? Now you know I did it.

I wish I hadn’t / I wish I didn’t.
No it was clear until supper time then fogged up.

Fund-raise off that.