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To Save The Bleating Baby Deer Wobbling Into The Road Alone On A Dark Night
You’re the kind of cis white man who waved down a speeding car. Stopped by your
arms stretching up/out. Braked by your determination that nothing would be killed.
Wearing your white t-shirt that ¿why do you keep mending? It’s a rag. ¡Let me
use it to clean up. In your cargo shorts that will only ever be shorts; will never be
zipped into the form of pants again.
The driver probably tagged you Mental, decided Hobo. Fair enough. The barrier
between Chronic Pain and Craziness is as transparent as a white t-shirt washed
hundreds of times. The distance from Home to Homeless a partner with a paycheck.
These are the nuances lost at thirty miles per hour headed downhill.