My shoulders don’t just fold;
they collapse.
My upper lip moves, caught on a hook
being tugged by an unseen angler.
My lungs forget how to work.
My brain refuses to accept the notion that people want to show kindness to strangers.
They.
My fingers sign as though suffering a rheumatoid attack.
Snout buried.
And, in this moment,
I wish to become invisible.
But,
I show myself anyways.
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