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to the nosy gentleman with the bald patch


you there. yes you.

staring at me. staring at my arms

as they twist this way and that.

at my face bunny snitch twitches as I tic.

 

as if I want to do this. as if I can tell

my tourettes to stop moving.

as if my silent jerky movements

have offended you somehow. as if

your gaze of shock

 

can make my brain listen, listen here, you there yes you, listen here listen close my brain has a neurotrack of its own it doesn't even listen to me what the hell makes you think it will listen to you a sweaty old man in the sams club checkout lane so

 

you there. yes you

staring at me. staring at my arms

as they twist this way and that.

at my face bunny snitch twitches as I tic.

I'm sorry if my silent jerky movements

have offended your sensitive ass.

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