Erin Lambert The 2River View, 7.3 (Spring 2003)
The Parents Beneath the Pavement

We found the boy behind a garbage can
walking circles in the rain while looking down on himself.
Air left his lips in clouds thick as fence post.

With his foot, he broke his face
into a swarm of ripples
until he drained the puddle of himself.

He left without caring to notice us.
We don’t sleep on streets, kissing
the pavement, so dead to this world.

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