people stand in line to drop little angry marbles
into this sharp-edged jar where they ricochet their way down along the glass and roll together laughing at the bottom
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i have been alone before
i have walked alone before listening to the sound of my shoes on the gravel i have been angry at men before when i am alone men are singular one big loud bossy group of men who don't want to wait for me at the crosswalk women we stop we look both ways still - grown women we wait our turn we smile at each other small smiles keep our bodies small tight arms tucked in at our sides close to our ribs pay attention to our bags to our bodies because the streets are pretty empty and you never know you just never know even in daylight |