Thursday, April 12, 2012


Holding his hand on his ass and
Bent over like an old woman
He walks across the playground towards me
Not a word is needed
Everyone knows what this is
Both of us know what will happen next
What questions I will ask
What answers he will offer
What will happen when we go to the bathroom
About how much time will pass before he is again
Lurching about like a golem or a hunchback
Holding his hand over his ass

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