Even
the
Cracks
Laugh
The
title
says
it
all.
This
is
a
poem
about
how
the
side
walk
parts
its
lips
when
it
sees
me
walking
my
dog.
I
hear
it
chuckle
under
my
soles.
Under
my
out
of
style
pink
chucks
with
neon
shoelaces
and
a
couple
holes
by
the
toes.
This
is
a
poem
about
how
I
have
to
keep
my
lips
glued
shut
when
I
hear
the
snickering.
How
I
remain
silent,
so
I
am
forced
to
write.
By
Shifty
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