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Nowhere Land
Skinned knees and
black-eyes disguised
behind dark glasses,
wearing jeans and turtlenecks
on hot summer days, hair left
to grow long and conceal bruised
cheek bones and split lips.
On the roadside to nowhere,
suitcase bursting at the seams
waiting in the dust for the bust
to come and take it away, crumpled
ticked held firm in trembling hand.
No daring to look back
with all the same old stories
played out, how many more
lies of falling down stairs
that are not there, and
shelled out apologies.
No more time left
before it is too late,
only two ways left to get
out of the state, a ride on
the bus or an open casket
in an empty funereal parlor.
Tears have long ago
dried and prayers do not
bring miracles, so it has
come to this, facing the
outside world alone.
5:55 PM - 5/4/2006 -
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