Within the confinements of space he sits facing the corner with his back to what is
he wants to sit there
like that
he wants to sit with his back to the frame smoking a cigarette
nimble youth foreshadowing his stand as man, his rally


midnight brown hair
waving like a gesture
white t-shirt
slouched in raw denim
foot taping eagerly in black converse on the hardwood of the third floor
one leg crossed over the other

as he leans in to smell the transcendental arrangement of flowers


" I am the embodiment of youth"


he confirms with ease

and then returns

to his seat.

















































































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