hey, kid

i mistook… i looked up at him
after i realized he felt sorry for me
the mollasses rain pillaging the concrete
why me? was all i could think. why… me…
thunder echoed ‘tween slow-rise industrial strips
high, like the low of stroh’s, and our soaking pajamas
fluoride treatments, foamy legs, a lack of destination, and…
a towering aisle of no-names and chemicals that’d ruin nerves
realized, i was inside of the little waiting-room aquarium, clinging
all those curious eyes on me, wishing i’d do something more exciting

but i can’t

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