PARAMILITARY RULES
Getting to me, these things are.
Loud voices, noise. People with
lights. Why can't anyone now
just leave this world alone? As
I skitter like a skate - one of
those bugs that can float upon
the water without breaking the
tension - I try to think about
myself as vulnerable.
-
What would I be like, and how
would I handle disaster? Fear
keeps me from thinking too
far. Paramilitary hoopsters are
ruling over me. I can't really
avoid the shame they cause.
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