sitting down outside drinking something
hot from a paper cup
an old woman
skin like chocolate bark
except for pink fingertips
and white scar tissue
in the shape of a clover
under her right eye
you want to know what happened
curiosity tingles, motivates
you ask nicely
what happened to her
she doesn't look at you
she gets up
she walks away
like she never saw you
...
shrug it off. she's old.
maybe she's def?
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