My back’s been bad. I am
in pain.
Don’t want to go through bad things again.
Polo mints and garaged cars;
how random objects tag my scars.
Not that you would know or want to find out
things that tell what I’ve been
about.
The generous gestures, the cruel and the quiet
pains -
huh! back to my back and what remains.
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