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lucid
Mark Sokolowski
From the giggle
of late adolescence
five
rows
up
and one across
I must appear
a slight bit
lucid, or a
mite ecstatic
as I'm caught
in lip-sync
with a head
teetering on
totter shoulders.
So I take up
a two-step to the
music in my
seat,
wink-and-gun
my differently abled
neighbour and we
wipe our drool in time.
Published in Out/Words #3 (view contents)
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