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Hoodie
Fibers stitched
darkness like tone
of skin,
his
total blackout.
This zipper
tends to get stuck on
rainy
days like this.
One sleeve holding stately can
cellphone in the other.
Pocket containing
rain-bow,
chase-
Footsteps, heavy.
Staunch breath
of
assumption.
'Fucking punk'
calls it in,
my string
pulled so hard,
almost rip
bear trap
tug
of war
back & forth,
over what?
Scrape
fallen, yoked
gotten.
Hole shot
through dark fibers.
His taken
not
mistaken
Identity.
Justice lynched.
Maybe on
this day
he
should have worn
white
instead.
Hoodie
Fibers...