Decomposition

A few years ago city employees discovered a dead body in the neighborhood, hidden beneath the street. Walking past the spot, I was reminded of this—the people in desperation who head underground to avoid the rain or the heat, who die from starvation. Mole people with a fentanyl stare, my coworker who fears them would say. 

As my dog sniffed around the base of plants, I wondered if that was how they were found. There was never a follow up or further information revealed. When the unknown pass they go silently.

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