adults so often do for kids,
That says "I see you pain,
but can't do anything." We
are bound by public decorum.
Like Oliver with his dirty face,
hands outstretched, please sir
I want some more. Some more
affection, more acknowledgement.
You lock sullen gaze with me.
But I'm just a downtrodden
child too, you see? I'm just like
you. Don't let my body fool you.
Next, I'm in the bathroom of the
resturaunt where we are eating
tables so close we feel each
others' pain and the tight throat,
hot tears and acidic waste I flush
out and away. I can't today and
probably not tomorrow.
I'm sorry, kid.
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