See that penny on the ground,
gleaming copper
flat and round?
Sometimes blackened as if dirt,
lying there,
unobserved.
Some who see it think in fear,
pick up the penny,
you’re a queer.
“Queer penny,”
they laugh out loud,
and behind your back.
I think it’s more queer
to leave the money
lying there like that.
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The remnants of the previous hour stretch out pink before me, a medicine cabinet supply exhausted, the end to my reality. I resign myself the sticky wetness on my face and hands, no reason to clean the wretched mess my life force draws to end. A constant pounding at my door reminds me why I’m…
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