The Business
He wipes snot from the boy's nose
with his bare hand,
flicks it to the ground.
That's love.
"So you're a fag now?"
Why does he remind me of my cousin?
Is it the way the ice broke?
or the discoordination?
"That fool there, he's a fag."
Now he looks like my uncle, if
my uncle was about to spit at me.
"I don't agree with your thinking,
pretty much not at all on this."
It is my business.
posted by judy j @ 8:41 PM
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