hazel

A sixteen year old, barbarously opinionated boy -- who's determined to claim his due, provide faces with stifling pillow hugs, and fake a chokehold with spider monkey techniques -- chances upon a crayon set street tragedy, and a friend who, eleven years ago, had left behind a pastel mud yellow shop, and a stranger, her stranger, trodden by a truck in front of it, and for whom no passer's shadow halted.

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no one shades you
from pulsing a home in a web hogged corner,
and no one shaded her
from her crayoned collision.

he sat a rueful spectator.
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i hold no right over the cover.