Somewhere Lost by Jasen Sousa

Somewhere Lost

Somewhere lost

inside fidgety movements

and rapid fire vulgar outbursts

that arise from anxiety

he wears 

to show he is clean.

To show he is the same kid

who grew up three houses 

down the street from me.

The same kid I used to

pitch to in the park,

the same kid I used to 

play rebound with.

We drive three blocks, 

he is already on his second square.

I drop him off

at his house,

give him daps

and wonder

if he remembers

who he was 

like I do?

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Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

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ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7