Poem #1

white male.
18. 
shaved head.
faded khakis
black boots
steal toed
chain running from wallet to pocket

i sat 
against a wall.
crosslegged
bored. 
too uninspired to dream

black male.
17. 
blue jeans
low hanging. 
crisp white shoes
silver chain hanging from neck to waste
hair short
ruffled
dude notices
me
and 
approaches. 

standing at
my feet
he 
asks
with 
bold wide eyes
expecting 
an 
answer

"are you 
a skinhead?"

i took off my shoe
and
looked at 
the bottom 
of my foot

"what are
you doing?"

he asked
half-turned
to 
makeabreakforit"

"this morning
i pulled off a 
blister
i wanted
to see
if it 
healed. 
whatareyoudoing?"

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