AKA Urban Emo
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Twisting like a curtain of sky
Caught between steel and concrete
on this ordinary corner.
Old Riley crosses the street,
In grumbling silence
As the wind whips dust like a flurry of epithets
There’s a patch of grass beneath my shoes
Needing water, So in empathy, I spit on it.
It was just something to do.
And an itch left hungry
On the small of my back
Where an arrow head left it’s mark
On the exact opposite side of my heart