Sentinel Poetry #35 – October 2005 Online
Magazine Monthly…since 2002 ISSN 1479-425X
Anonymous
*Untitled
they care not what they wear
only that they appear rich
somehow there is a difference
and it lingers behind in the
smell of perfume-
this place makes me anxious:
the cappuccinos, the lipstick,
the black cloaks-
I exchange a glance
with the busboy at the coffeeshop
we are conspiring,
we recognize being different,
we define community from the holes in
our shoes-
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