Naked Small Talk--poems: The Equation--inspired by conversations with Ms. Rachael Starr
There is a symphonied arcade of childhood stuck to your shoe like gum.
It will not leave you, even when the sirens come.
There is a sky built around you that will house you even with each mistake
And the only name it will greet you with is remarkable.
There is plague in your teeth…
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