-Would you feel better

          if you had a label?

I probe the air with my left eye, spy

socratic poker face with my right -

she can't see me, just case notes;

I, unidentified, somewhere between

the sighing beige of the walls

and the dirty carpet, stained

with confessions, some sharp enough

to draw blood, others hollow and

unyielding. She te...

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