Poetry · Writing

left, right left

always late

the face wandering home

left right left

head down

whip at the sound of a screech

a slow turn back

left right left

nothing new

still the same piece of trash

that they left last week

left right left

she didn’t show up

candle wax spills over double chocolate

sweet sixteen.

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