DistinctA Poem by BlotterGrocery store, stranger, awkward posture.Stranger in the store asks, "how ya' doin'?" and I say the nonsense that you always say. He doesn't bite. "Working hard, or hardly working?" ...he says it with a chuckle. I want to choke him. I want to want to feel bad at this... but I don't. I just want him to go away, fade and blend into the miasma of the city. He does not; he instead moves closer, his B.O. and funk enrobing me. I desperately need to shout, "please f**k off!" Instead, I smile and swallow the distinct sense that I am not human... ...not as they are. © 2013 Blotter |
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1 Review Added on April 27, 2013 Last Updated on April 27, 2013 AuthorBlottertacoma, WAAbout"You never forget the touch of pen to paper, of ink as it flows in line and verse..." more..Writing
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