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Restless
by Jeffrey Park
i bite the chain about my ankle
i rattle the bars
i sniff at the curb here and here
and here by the rusty old mailbox
i howl at the moon, the stars, the clouds
i walk backwards stepping into
my own snow tracks
i scratch at the painted backdrop on the stage
i sing the screeching soprano part
in the italian operetta
i tear my clothes and rub ashes into my hair
though i wash it out again moments later
i run after motorbikes and snap
at their tires
i stare at the watchers on the other side of
the fence
and wait and hope for them
to put their fingers through the links
Restless
by Jeffrey Park
i bite the chain about my ankle
i rattle the bars
i sniff at the curb here and here
and here by the rusty old mailbox
i howl at the moon, the stars, the clouds
i walk backwards stepping into
my own snow tracks
i scratch at the painted backdrop on the stage
i sing the screeching soprano part
in the italian operetta
i tear my clothes and rub ashes into my hair
though i wash it out again moments later
i run after motorbikes and snap
at their tires
i stare at the watchers on the other side of
the fence
and wait and hope for them
to put their fingers through the links
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