Having resigned myself to a corner of the hospital’s toy
room. I sat tinkering with fire trucks, minding no one’s business
save my own. He lurked
towards me. The halogen lights paled
his dark skin as he drew near. His
presence paled my light skin as he drew
near. Gang colors…an off white gown.
Ambulance clutched
in hand, the agitator suggested
play. But the shakes of my head, having not developed the discretion
of my forefathers, who would wear grinning masks to lessen
the stings of their excuses, banished him to
his corner,
his drinking fountain,
his seat on the bus.
While leaving, I shot glances, afraid of the monster. I wonder…
If he noticed it in my eyes, whose existence can still escape me today.
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