At The Hip
It still walks along right behind me,
even when I stop, blow my nose, count stars,
spit, piss, pin the words in my head to the ground,
do the math, puzzle at the raw beauty of another sunset,
think about the shit you have to keep from saying every day
to people half as smart, half as aware, half as alive - so, instead
I tell my shadow, "Go fuck yourself," knowing it could really give a damn.
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