You ever notice,
if you break your arm,
each friend shows such dismay
at your account
...
Within a wood there is a spring.
Its taste is bitter, sharp and cold.
It chills my bones, yet each sip brings
Before me visions to behold.
...
Well, there they are.
Observe the best I've done.
What's coin?
What's slug?
...
'Most poor suckers are starving to death'
Mame Dennis
Perhaps it is too late.
...
I punch in.
Shall I play the pawn or jerk?
At home at night
I'm just too tired to eat.
...
I wish I had
more heinous sins to hide
for all the grief I suffer
and for what?
...
I am alive.
And even when alone,
I have the skills and peace
and all the stuff I need to thrive.
...
I left my parents
chanting few complaints.
Too hard I stomped my footprints
amid the crowd.
...
Though seldom warm,
more often bracing cold,
I soon adjust.
Uplifted, blissful, freed.
...
My mother taught me
how to clip my nails.
Just one more parent's duty
I suppose.
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