New poetry from NER 40.2
My entire wardrobe was Canal
Street original, knockoff chic,
adolescent sleek in my double XL
blue & black bubble jacket.
Yeah, I was inside the club
& what? Inside an oversized
coat coated in sweat & Old
Spice, a kid eyeing sixteen but
not quite there. . . .
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