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Mar 2011
The wino took the corner like a 4 year old performs surgery.

His eyes roll into glue
and dry on her instantly.
She notices and
they rip away. Blurry

He swerves to avoid the railing.  Dizzy

Intoxicated, they forget it’s not polite to stare
but his possession is met with a smile
he panics, puts his eyes on the road
and smiles back

                       while driving

                                          off the mountain
How I feel playing eye contact tag with girls in class.
Matthew Cannizzaro
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Matthew Cannizzaro
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   Rayna O
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