These differences break us.
Each one piling up like forgotten dirty laundry.
Each one settling, creating its own filth.
For now, we placate. Tomorrow?
Tomorrow it rises.
Each one reacting to another, expanding.
Let it sit, it will grow.
Let us push aside what we cannot change.
Let us ignore what has been spoken.
This is how infection spreads.
The eye rolls, the held back of a tongue, the anger.
All of them are catalysts.
These differences will break us.
