Wednesday, September 3, 2014

From p.1 Wednesday, September 3rd


  • a cool breeze
    danced through my
    hair as I sat
    and watched the
    world pass by.

  • On Pearl Street
    A sticky, hairy
    man walks up
    and asks,
    "Want to Party?

  • Unwanted attention
    needy hands
    lustful eyes.
    I stand as the boys prey.
    I am but a fox in
    a sea of hunters.
    Wishing my shirt
    wasn't so low-cut.

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