They saw my smile
as a gnashing of teeth,
my waving hand
as a middle finger salute.
To avoid any confusion
I will move with labored
deliberation.
The sun will rise
three times
before I open
my eyes,
cities will crumble into distraction
as I shuffle shoes down
melting sidewalks,
children will toss
trash like streamers over
my lumbering form
to try and make the statue
blink or cry out
in anger.
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