This...
In the early morning
We smoke cigarettes on
The fire escape. I hide
Behind my glasses and
The stalling elephants
Produce silly sounds.
There is a light in my throat and
It blinds me.
Whenever things get
Big fast people begin
To stare at the
Wall. There are
Pictures behind my
Eyes that you
Will never see, I
Will never get the curves
Just right or the lines
Just straight and for
That I am sorry.
By Caitlin Rothrock
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