Sardines (poem)
Lying close
Playing sardines
We are quiet
In the night air.
The air is
Not so cold
It bites you
But you wear
A jacket,
And gloves,
And a hat.
I see people
Running, or walking funny
I know they've found the man
I walk with them.
I fall down
My hands break
My fall
And I squeeze in
With everybody else.
When somebody comes
and falls down
I hear a
Muffled thump.
I hear
The breathing of
Lots of people,
Especially the person
Next to me.
I smell
The stink
Of the person's
Breath next to me.
I try to turn
Over, to look at
The stars, but give up
Afraid of making too much noise.
I wait until
The person with
The flashlight comes by to
Say it's time to get up.
Ruby Fore
Fall 2004
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Playing sardines
We are quiet
In the night air.
The air is
Not so cold
It bites you
But you wear
A jacket,
And gloves,
And a hat.
I see people
Running, or walking funny
I know they've found the man
I walk with them.
I fall down
My hands break
My fall
And I squeeze in
With everybody else.
When somebody comes
and falls down
I hear a
Muffled thump.
I hear
The breathing of
Lots of people,
Especially the person
Next to me.
I smell
The stink
Of the person's
Breath next to me.
I try to turn
Over, to look at
The stars, but give up
Afraid of making too much noise.
I wait until
The person with
The flashlight comes by to
Say it's time to get up.
Ruby Fore
Fall 2004
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