wriggling fish in my hand.
as the protester,
all of thirty-two,
forever in school,
wearing a mask,
reached out, asking me
to join him
in the march for freedom.
he was foaming
at the mouth,
his eyes wild with revolution.
he wanted me to help him
save the world.
i told him, i had
to go to work, to which
he laughed and said,
you've sold out,
haven't you?
yeah, pretty much so.
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