I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror

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I fled the convenience store when I looked in the mirror

I noticed my own lackluster appearance

sleeves too long and collar flipped up,

the ceiling was falling apart from every upstairs footstep

I looked for my cassette tapes in a trash pile in the alley

saw the clouds part and even the blue sky opened up

to show the depth of dark outer space,

 

stars floated down to take me

to give me peace

but I didn't answer,

too confused to speak

 

someone dumped more garbage back there

it was a chance to find more stuff

hands got sore and tired and fell asleep

all I felt was tingling and eventually got used to it

a brick was missing in the wall

I reached in and found an old tattoo

a piece of peeled skin

the typical skull and flames

ribbons of fancy writing

 

I took the skin to the tattoo shop

without even a thank you they took it back

and put it in a file cabinet,

a short tan boy in a black shirt

pulled out a shotgun

and politely asked me to leave,

I had nowhere to go

I stood out on the sidewalk

 

I blended in with the kids lingering

by the bar bathrooms looking for a hookup,

all I could get was a hiccup

her breasts were bandaged

I knew where to find her pictures

we went to the tattoo shop

it was out of business already

 

a motorcycle was in the center of a trashed room

we both thought about how cool it would be

to own that motorcycle,

how cool it would be

to own anything at all

instead of just borrowing

or renting

or stealing

at all

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