Urban Confession


Lonely woman, harsh concrete,
Living as is, bikes are problematic.
I heard the hello
dripping like a hot potato,
I didn't even smile.

Guilt, groundless emotions,
feeling your alien feelings,
I always carry cash,
I left my wallet - insert the inaccessible.

I pledge such deep compassion,
wretchedness leaks in,
through the attitude, through proof,
Poof. Your anger intrusive, invasive,
Perverse let me ins and objects never nice.
Noticed too often and never enough.

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