child
you're all teeth
and ears on
your giant
little bike
strai - ning - to - keep - walk - ing - pace
defending yourself
from all those roaming,
unpredictable,
homeless street lamp poles
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i. i sit quietly watching the man seeking my soft spots with nimble fingers sliding in the needles, head, neck, belly, arms i'm froz...
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