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on a corner in roxbury, he was talking my ear off.
something about tv and racism and a child dancing in latex underwear.
the conversation was undressing me.
when my momentary savior arrives,
she is in the form of a woman staggering up to ask if we had any weed.
she says excuse me and he turns to me
with those big eyes that say, i am getting in my sandcastle
shut the fuck up about the tide. ok.