stiff tin people
[too fast to call it walking
one foot always
anchored to the earth
dragging it beneath them]
they look like skeletons
wrapped in butcher paper
their clothes rustle
[or is it their skin]
as they pass
both look down
so as not to make eye contact
glancing up
at my ‘good evening’
hooded vision like hawks
searching for movement
in the sidewalk cracks
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Day 14
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Words and Feathers 
Ooh! No-one does this like you.
Except my evil twin–who does it evilly.
I am my evil twin.
he said, stroking his goatee.
For a moment there I read it as ‘stroking his goat’ – which made me laugh out loud. Goatee’s still good though.
🐐
Is that a goat or a bull mastiff? Either way it looks uncomfortable. Probably because of my ‘stroking’ reputation.
It came up when I typed goat so I’m hoping it’s the internationally accepted emoji for goat. But yeah, you’re getting the side eye, goat-stroker.
“They look like skeletone wrapped in butcher paper”…damn that’s good
Thanks. I like the idea of the rattling bones and whispers of the paper moving. Creepy