I still smile big laugh loudand paint my world with bright colorsaware there’s another worldof injustice cruelty and deaththat roams outside my dooram I the only one with two realitieswho screens what they let enterand monitors time spent outsideafraid of bringing back a stowawaythat may refuse to leave?recently death has wandered up to my windowand when I see him out the cornerof my eye probing for any stumblerschest holders the spoon fed or the weak and wheeledI straighten my aching backand squash a groanbehind the widest spreadof my lips
Gary Hunter
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