you are an open
wound - as if
yet another toy, another boy
will staunch the bleeding,
will better define you
somehow
the latest trip, the latest fall might
produce a crystal ball that reveals
only the present
and a prism of unrefracted
hope
you stalk your prey: a night
a day spent like
small change in a penny
arcade,
magnified in the fun-house
mirror...
but what's behind you?
you cast no shadow
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