in torn sole shoes
made of soft leather,
too worn to offer protection?
in shit marked underwear,
running scared into
your razor blade arms?
in the bed we've left vacant,
sheets stained stiff
from the snot and tears?
in a heap of painted glass
from the broken apostles
of a church we forgot to attend?
in the homeless man
you stared at for five minutes
to see if he was breathing?
in the banker, the thief,
the hunter, the vegan,
the fireman, the arsonist?
what do you see,
that you won't see in me?



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