sidewalks #3

squatting on the hot sidewalk, feeling ripples

in a sunny subdivision, the bored torturer

melts ants with the magnifying glass— and

pulls the rubber bumper off his sneaker

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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