I am moving.
My stepmother’s exercise weights do not fit.I leave them unpacked.(I’ll find room for themsomewhere, somehow.)
Suddenly I am standing — the corner, you and your friends13 and cliquey.I am happy to see youthis is just like classexcept we’re on the streetsand you’re excited to see me.You write hurriedly on chart paperI pull from my [...]
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