20
matted beard, chestnut hair,
greasy shirt, greasy eyes
behind me at the gas station
i wore a skirt today
fill my gas and
go, go, go
18
sunny san francisco, in the corner of my eye
white seagulls, white tank top
red bridge, red cargo pants
tourists fill the pier
his voice carries above the crowd
three of us
three pairs of boots, rushing away
. . .
12
baseball cap, old nike shorts,
stubble
strolling in the park, passing the bathroom door
once, twice, thrice,
closer
i wait for my mom to come out
wearing bright pink shorts and fear
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