i attract
ten-minute visitors
greetings.
talk in front of me
as though i were
invisible
then leave (me be.)
tell me what it is to be free.
ten cents
is ten cents (too much)
for you
bare feet
run in glass-shattered dirt
tell me
what innocence is.
:seeing light
in the least
obvious of places
and not knowing
that pain is called such.
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written f10jun2011.
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idiography 