I saw you walking on Country Club Drive

with your strange, sullen child.


Do you remember me?



I watched you play on the tennis courts,

the thin-lipped men signed up on the board,

and you sent the ball over with distracted force.

I'm pale,

I've been in jail,

I'm a voyeur.

Do you remember me?



When your child flipped his go-kart.

I cried so hard, I could barely give him CPR.

You pulled me away,

he got up and wiped his lips.

He smiled, you asked me if I

knew how to fix it.

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