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Literature

Street smarts.

The sidewalk bends to knock me off. Or am I the one bending? Bending too much towards some imaginary goal that will never reveal itself? Again, I see two feet I know. I follow the feet upwards to see that face I know. I try to keep walking. I don't. I outline the lips with my eyes. I wish I could touch them. Your hand. It clenches. It breathes as if it wants to touch something. I want to touch it back. But in that moment I am smart. I laugh a little inside to know that I won't stay smart. I will give in. I will. The red brick building next to me breathes as heavy as I do. I want to lean against it to stop myself from running after my old fa