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i can not walk alone enough 

or harder

or faster

or freer

than

the bird i’m 

pretending not to notice 

and my shoelaces

are grimace

and the concrete is hot 

it’s as if my own cross-eyed version

of love and war

are nothing but 

goggles

i don’t own 

and the glaring sun