being followed,
the shadow
behind me,
half
down the block
hiding behind
a tree, or leaning into
a store front,
an alley.
i like being
followed.
it gives me joy to be
wanted,
for whatever the reason
might be.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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