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needle...PC

Posted to Action Poetry




in the stale light
of the public restroom
the boy, all of 14, rests his head--
dead
he feels nothing,
no pain
no hunger
no lust
no love
the syringe stuck,
like a dangling drop of water
from his skin--
swaying
people come and go
and
he is not seen
flushes and smoke
fill the air
as the body droops and
drops.