do you have
to write about
my past?
none. i have
nothing.
i have no food
in the pantry.
hunger
is prevalent
in this age.
you know it well.
the books
you carry
everyday
fell apart today.
her back, cold
against the wall,
and she could feel
her legs melting.
so hot.
so hot
he was burning,
and she was crying.
another paper
cut. cut
skin, faint
sting.
my hands burned
and i caught
the falling
cactus plant.
i gave 50 cents
to pray in church
with a lit candle
glowing there.
i don't think
God has time
to listen
to me.
i waited for him.
i will wait
until he comes.
i will be right here.
take your time,
slowly with care.
these things are
fragile.
broken glass
kissed her,
red lips,
pink cheeks.
in the warm,
warm shower,
she heard the howl
of the wind.
the kite flew
all right,
so high
in the sky.
where
will i go
when
i die?
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