like an invalid
a license marked up and expired
no longer valid to be carried
as identification
she was no longer an entity
with a plastic coated identity
just a slip of paper that bends
that crumples and tears
and blurs at the edges
till the wind carries her away
and someone finds her stuck
to the bottom of his shoe
after peeling her off he decides
if its worth if it
if she could be recycled
perhaps he'll throw her away
its been that kind of day
she shuffles through the streets
with her eyes flat and hair too
and they comment
how thin she is, the wind could carry her
away.
again.
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