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2009 We make quite a pair
dark circled eyes
jutting collar bones
and mouths stitched shut
in this crowd
shoulder to shoulder
They aren't like us
and when they see
us coming
they avert their eyes
they rcoil unintentional-
Instinct
from our accidental touch
because in this dim light
this alcohol stench
and cigarette haze
their eyes somehow penetrate
the fabric
the flesh
the frame
their eyes can somehow see
what a pair we are-
her track marks
my suicide scars
