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Polite Company

we’ve been waiting for you 
somehow you always knew 
no matter how far you ventured 
you’d be bound to the earth 

although you felt different 
you’re a piece of a set 
the institution can’t function 
without a change agent 

your stomach mixes 
wonder and disgust 
in equal proportions 
at the sight of it all 

despite the monologue 
in your head 
you’ve always been polite 
to the people you’ve hated 

you look at stone faces 
and situate yourself 
somewhere south 
of that missing hall plaque

◄ Gleaning

Pink Coast ►

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