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The Naked, Walking

No one ever asked you
what sin feels like.

It travels to the ends of your hair,
like every other poem

you have written.

[Metafiction.]

You are the character
that walks
in the tide –

the sand
swallowing
your feet,

wishing

for the
strength of the

undercurrent.

You became
my favorite character.

You filled a basement
with cockroaches

and said
the moving floor

was only a figment
of imagination.

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