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Photo: Space by Johnny Swanson


Dear Best Friend,

I saw a man on the bus today. He moved slowly with a jerk to his right hip. Did he look at his feet to will them to the speed of his cheetah youth or to avoid my probing stare?

His eyes were lowered not closed.

I turned away as he began to look up.

I pressed my face on the air conditioned glass hoping to soothe the burn of my cheeks as my warm tears streaked them.



she acts

as if

her world

is the only

one that

dare not