by Atoc Malou

Image: Lucinda Davies

Have you seen the creatures 

sitting cross-legged behind the alleyway dumpster? 


they twiddle their thumbs. 

Their mouths hang open as they wait 

for conversation or ridicule 

depending on who meets them. 

Do you avoid them? 

Does the stench of open wounds faze you? 

Or have you learned to love the yellow pus 


between their fingers? 

They’re friendly, you know. 

Just introduce yourself and wait for their name. 

They’ve got stories, you know? 

The kind that make you sit beside them, 

twiddling your fingers

listening for more.

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