Bizarre

You walk on your feet
I walk on my head
and lots of times
I walk on my lip
(you know that is where
I knit my words for you)
but frankly
as much as I want to be discreet
Man
it's none of your business
that I wear my sandals on my lips. You have corners
I merely have a circumference
and to be fair to every one
damn it
Man I have never wanted to be square.

by Arshavir Mckertichian

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