1. Sometimes there's nothing you can do
the driver turns too fast--you fumble
cigarette extinguished on your two-day-stale pants,
Take a breath. Clench your teeth
"do. not. lose. it. here."
2. You hate it when your hands smell like this
feel like this
like clay's been worked over them-dry.
You used to love this feeling
"Like an artist!" you'd exclaim
Now you're just a whore.
3. You were the weird kid
too calm, too complete
organized, well groomed, freshly shined
vocabulary well defined
Now you sleep by the street, huddled under signs.
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