BACK AWAY
BACK AWAY FROM THE PRICKLY POET
I had the room to myself mere seconds ago –
But now that I am here people scurry in
to figure out why I think it worthy
I did before they arrived But now I must
survive their trying not to stumble into me
Like at the beach when they close in on you
All white skinned with red speckles creeping into cracks and the scratching begins
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Winter 2012
songanddancegirl 