limping
from formative wounds
dents to the fender
Friendless, new, shy
your eyes spin and squint
from culture shock and sun
Everyone who passes by
you think-ask:
Won't you come kiss me
hold me
share this warmth
hold me
share this warmth
by the air-conditioner?
Stare into my eyes
under the ceiling fan?
In the shade
with your daemon
with your daemon
squirt gun in hand
a pack of sandwiches
upon your lap
you'll wait
heavy
heavy with knots
not drawn here
tired from the bad chemicals
that follow
upon your lap
you'll wait
heavy
heavy with knots
not drawn here
tired from the bad chemicals
that follow
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