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idling gracefully
with nimble step
and spirit free
much like a child with arms outstretched like butterfly wings
meandering by a bubbling stream
but i am no child
my stream is of traffic
stalled not by rocks
but jutting lights
glowing emerald, garnet, ruby
i am alight in my own fancy
wrapped in a peace
that could slip away so easily
as if yanked by unseen hands
my eyes dart sidewards
for no reason but to steal of the world
to suck it into my glory
four eyes return my gaze
my world pulls away from me
as edges rush in
a sly "Hello" breaks in
and my voice echoes back
a lie
not truly greeting but cool dismissal
"Nice glasses. They look good on you.
And Gucci too."
"Thank you"
my reply laced with condescension
for men who think they can win you on a street corner
men who don't really see you
i care not for you
pitiful gnats
yet i pity you not
foolish men
you don't know what i want
you care only for skin
curvature
rushing blood
hollow spaces waiting to be filled
you think one thing
and want only for it
should i deign to descend with kind regards
when you want to take from me
what is not yours
what i would not give you
walk on by through separation of time
not looking back
but paths, such tricky paths, they cross
goodbye at threshold of a train station bathroom
i wave as not to appear snobbish
though what would it matter among strangers
for you possess nothing but an image
of flesh over bone
goodbye indeed
goodbye childish liberty
goodbye freedom
the world has ways you can't escape