crushed in with the women
in black skirt suits
and bright athletic shoes,
men with pale, shiny ties
and headphones.
Day after day,
I wasted my energies
waiting, thinking of her
thirty five hundred miles away,
wondering if I
could be as strong as you
lying in plantation bunks,
grease under your fingernails
and red dirt staining
the soles of your feet.
I am cold
in August Boston.
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