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 heels
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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