pursuit: choked off
feet knotted firmly
a little hysterical, little relieved
played played played out
by poor poor players
in shoddy huts which
the audience left in unease.
i stand
i collect the dimes left behind in dozens
i keep them as memories
which emerge only to hold me in the morning:
phantom arms, warmth of promises,
for a moment i remember
the warm.
but days slide by.
backs must turn to this shit.
to this empty everything behind me, sealed and sorry
the meat and bones of man
wrapped around child
logic smoothes the disentangled unjust hurts
but rarely heals them
lies begin
so that we may move on
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