skatin the i.ball

in a crowd i was
a thief my eyes shifty my
shadow darted into grates
hands in pockets pupils
skating the eyeball
in circles. an object of
derision a sinking
suspicion

alone i was birth
and death and
neverending i
drank my coffee
after five hours
sleep

my moment
stirred

i was left
out

i was shy i
longed to
be

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