With sister, Whole Foods, months ago, bathroom.
Left her alone. Out. Near imported cheese.
Bugged out Yogi dude. Eyes. Handstands. Eyes.
Pale, and glazed, and much like Flea’s.
He wants a hug. No. He needs a hug. Handshake.
She. Uncomfortable but willing. A sob story away.
Old, so old. And staring. I take one for the team.
Over-used. Texture. Describe the damage. Skin.
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