Where I can see them.
He never felt like
Caged or something.
More like a magician
Whose trick was found out,
Whose slight of hand
Too simple too slow.
He felt the hard hand
Pressing on his spine.
The boney arches true.
His lower back,
His malnourished,
His lack-of-muscle,
His lack-of-thug
Exposed or something.
Junior laughed, after all
It was funny, like the movies
Or something he'd seen.
A hundred times he's seen this.
"Hands on the wall!"
Such a shallow, practiced
Voice like a thunderclap though
No one sees the lightning.
He might get taken in.
Pockets might get turned out.
Girls turned on, watching.
Fuck 'em when he gets back.
Don't you think, honey,
I won't see you no more.
"Where I can see them!"
Blood, I know the drill.
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