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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