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Joe

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Joe:

Blood, and other stuff in my veins, is lethargic. I negotiate a kiosk and lumber toward the bevy of people lined up like candy bars in a vending machine, some anxious and some fearful, to be selected. A myriad of lifestyles gather in a tumbler seeking a reason to punch the clock another day. A loud gum chewer smacks and twirls surveying temptation, while the rest of us grovel with sullied thoughts. The espresso gadget’s clamor infuriates my needs, since it’s not for me as it chimes for another. My time comes. My heart palpitates without the need for narcotics. Then caffeine, and whatever I adulterate it with, is stirred, always clock-wise, immediately drawing my palate erect. Cautiously I cradle my tin cup up to my lips and tip ever so slightly.

It All Ends

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It All Ends

Months of chores and pleading

First time fishing all alone

 

Slice some mackerel to use

I hear panicked urgent buzzing

 

Angry insect bites me, and again

Tears began to flow as I run

 

To find someone to help

Hand is swelling, out of breath

 

Topple over amidst the sirens

And lights, transport to Emergency

 

Hard bed, lots of tubes and

Beeping, doctors, confusion

 

Needle enters, things slow down

Age fourteen, “allergic” reaction

 

No more trips alone and

You win Mr. Yellow Jacket.