The sweet faced boy's hands are strong
sharply filed nails claw the ends of fingers
which, move surprisingly gently
Eyes limned thickly with black
a vertical spike rifts the left one.
Like painted tears on a carnival clown
Why is he so sad?
A black handcuff encircles his left wrist
while a cross graces
the right-hand toe of his Converse All-Stars
That is the one visible thing we have in common,
except his are high-tops and
mine are not.
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