| We are always on the edge, a slow poison shot up whiting out our timetables desperate for our free checks in our long solstice, shadowed holiday shuttering all productivity edge of poison could shoot through the air hide on our feet: global trauma, solidarity sympathy squabbling sabotaging Hindsight is, 20. 20. |
| Bio & Link |
| As a freelancer, Maria S. Picone has been dealing with cat meetings, un/muted mics, and self-scheduling for longer than most. She is a writer and artist. You can find out more on mariaspicone.com. |