While we were waiting
for you to go to jail
we watched surfing on TV
and talked about hell
in those days I avoided
everything good
but knew enough
to be around it and
to hide like a yellow
star in the south of
reappearance and
capture I painted
myself so you could
see my handsomeness
as it was for you
in the old days
as it is in the camps now
what will become of
the last encouragement
I have left.
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