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Not a team player

It’s like high school again.
I’m still out of it.
With stains on my clothes
and hair in my eyes,
dragging my big brain like a snail’s shell.

I never wanted to date the pep squad.
Why don’t they leave me alone?

But now at least
I know
I scare them
as much as they scare me.
Gold Skirt, Haight Street
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