Wednesday, October 05, 2011


Can’t help but to look over the shoulder.

This fearful anxiety that infects knows
no time frame, weather pattern.

Doesn’t give a shit if the shower is on
or there’s reading in the ozoneless sun rays.

Doesn’t necessarily happen in alleys,
late at night, extra cash in wallet.

Might happen while sitting alone, when
the air waxes stagnant. The same emptiness

that’s been lingering for years.


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