you have
mustard on your shirt
a kid
points out
as you sit
on the front porch
eating
a hot dog.
so what, you
tell him.
you have sweet
potatoes
in your ears
and a raccoon
is going to
come and eat
them out.
this makes
him run away,
crying down
the street,
to his mother
who shakes her
head and scolds
the child.
I told you to stay
away from
that man, she says,
wagging
her finger
at you.
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