What if
I told you that I threw your sneakers
(yellow, size ten, with neon green laces and a mud stain on
the left heel)
In the back alley
Because I didn’t want to call you
And tell you they were still here?
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They assume
Too much
About my life
From the words I string together
And call poetry
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Patience
Is not a virtue
But survival
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