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trip


sticking my leg out over the curb
knee protruding above
just beyond cement
I think of tripping cars like children
tumbling end over end
shattered glass and ripped stained cotten poking from brown leather seats

leg unscathed
face marble stoic

I ask people if they ever feel this way.

no one ever understands.

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Written November 24th, 2003

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