Sitting heavily outside 

at the corner of Library and Market, 

the skin of my ass slightly stuck 

to the Italian wool fabric of my pants.


 – still stuck…underwear, 

then what’s the purpose?  

I’m reminded that the world I imagine 

is far bigger than the one I’m actually in…  

People smile at me

when I’m in this world

but they are saying to themselves,

“…mine’s bigger than his, he should get in…” 

There’s not enough room on earth, 

for everyone to get the world they imagine…

if they do,

all but one of us will be pushed off the edge.

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