Wallace

mushrooms

I never heard you
over drinking
or shouting over train noise.

But I wear the
dress you drew
out for me.

I don’t skim the
dirt from the surface.

You lived a safe life

The areas aren’t shaded differently.
I’ve crossed the street to find
a paper
or food from a vendor
the same as you

I look both ways.

We remain entangled
within each other
though only I
can know

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