Sitting
on a park bench,
inhibited
by my organs.
Virgin of a past age
welcomes the offer of money.
I hear my mother’s voice
telling me to wear clean underwear.
One
dollar, two dollar, three dollar, more…
Insufferable
questions are asked,
an old
woman sings a song
a man
asks her for a penny,
This
is how I dreamed
a day like today would be.
I fall asleep and gaze
at forgotten eternity.
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