it is a childlike and innocent mind that i miss and giggle at
if and only if you care to notice the reflection on the back of your hand
by the fluorescent lights
after lights
lining just outside the windows of the moving car
along the busy metro street
it can be any usual taxi with the marble and jellidied resin stick in the driver's palm
or the roomy-smell-filled family car
penetrate and refract through
raindrops before the very plain glass window
seems like on my skin grey and tiny dots
i remember my being scared and disquiet
trying so hard trying to rub off the fake dirts or
POX and RASH or PERMANENT MARK and SCAR
it was terrible
terrible silly
perishing innocence
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