river rat: test your mettle
in low morning sun
sickness found you by a fence row
covered in glory -- deep blues
pale white, soft and new.
come in now.
golden ringlets bought
from a nurse in an alley fell through my fingers.
she made bus fare selling fake hair between
collecting your tears and blood.
it's cold, come in.
come in, i said.
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