I saw a picture of a kid
standing in a corner, head
obscured by the coats hung up
on the rack, just straight
as a rod, leaning slight
to the wall. Weight
no doubt supported by forehead
and soul, and I believe:
safe. In this standing
stall. This refuge
I think
I knew his mind. It's been so long
since I stood my post, like that
I'm beginning to think it's about
that time.
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