The first person I saw
that I knew
was Mark the cop
and he didn’t move
a single muscle
he stood in his spot
he thinks he was kind
we know now he was not
there was no more
sitting patiently
for me
there was no more need
that expensive liquor store
at the foot of Allen Street
I was pretty sure that no one
would see
by then I was stumbling
humbled, indeed
with a handful of coins
trying to make musts need
thinking about a funeral home
instead of a nursery
still making me wait
for what it might be
and every inquiry
was well out of bounds
an eyebrow was raised
but it later fell down
a brow was furrowed
by an acquaintance from work
but more time was spent
on the state of my shirt
which was well stained with mud, blood and hurt
and every answer
was increasingly harsh
I just got what I could
and walked off through the park
it does slip away
and sometimes it should
nothing now
will come to much good
ferrous ferocious
and the crevice alone
what comes in through the ears
ends up in the bones
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