sure I
exaggerated
but I
was hit by a car
knee
banged and foot
run over
by a
girl with a learner's permit
in a
cemetery or a park
there
were trees
certainly
although
we were in the city
the malt
liquor city
the
memory lacks
like a
bad artist's
composite
sketch
from a
description
shouted
from a couple rooms away
in
broken English
sure I
exaggerated
and they
got me crutches
but
again the bad sketch
poorly
rendered
from
misremembered foreignness
Jacob
got me crutches
somehow
he did
and an
Ace bandage
he was
so worried about my foot
and I
had Jacob worries
I didn't
tell
my
bastard boyfriend
about my
Jacob worries
bastard
boyfriend
who the
next day
a day
clear as itself
talked
and joked and played with
his
beautiful long hair
walking
way ahead of me
leading
our pack
our
roaming gang
with his
faggoty tra-la-la voice
ignoring
me all sing-songy
sure I
exaggerated
but it
hurt that day
hurt
while I hobbled behind him
behind
my friends
except
for Jacob
except
for his crutches
right at
my side
teaching
me how to use them
in the
malt liquor city
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