1.
hardly had
she been collected
from the
street, from the trash, from the unexpected
that she’d
been looking for
when she
was already left on her own
hardly ever
had she been collected
in one
life, or another, as a matter
2.
and now, as
a rarity, or oddity
depending
of impression,
in something
like collection
under
magnifying glass,
an eye
which seems
to reach quite everywhere,
splitting
its conclusions about everything
biting,
chewing, swallowing and vomiting it out again
breathing,
eating, thinking it before you did,
selling you
to highest bid.
so that she
would try to turn back home,
she
thought,
and kept on
running.
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