when you eventually do let me
get your attention
probably
you’ll be backed up
to a wall, corner or cliff edge,
get yourself turned
upside down and shaken
until your valuable things fall out
and hit
the ground there
in front of you. I catalog,
count them and put them all back
in your pockets as you watch
I pivot away, take one step
then turn my head back and wait
for you to ask
what does this mean?
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