I saw the long jaw
pierced ear
caught a glimpse of breast
it wasn’t her
just someone
the other side of the street

The walk was there
even strappy heals
and striped tights
but air refused to perfume
feet didn’t fall
angles were decided
so shadows could not breathe

The other side of the street
realized it wasn’t mine
No manna only meal

People tilting traffic
on wrong furies
never noticed my injury
salve not spared
wounds as deep as streets
asphalt over.

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