Walking Thoughts

Dear used condom in the middle of the intersection,

How did you get there?

What path possibly could have led you to this place?

Did you fly out of a window? Did you fall out of a bag?

Were you picked up by a someone who thinks stoplights are just unspeakably attractive?

How did you come to be in this place?

I would ask your story…

but it’s probably best I don’t know.

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