under the spring trees unseasonable dripping heat
buildings & sidewalks warbling,
off where the sidewalk meets
sharp sticks of dead grass casting shadows
on a dull & dirty alley
are ripped-up bits of paper, printed on neatly
with a curled & dainty script,
fragmented words once held feelings ruptured, pierced,
someone compelled to undo their own truth
anger stains on the pages,
heat gathers at my knees as I bend to
enfold the torn words in my hands...

then thinking better of it, I open my fingers,
give them back to the wind.

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