a boy walks a high concrete edge. One side the road, the other side a river. Bulging, the water’s been gorging underneath him. The boy in pajama pants, skater shoes, a black hoodie cloaking his head. The wind whips through his clothes the way it tears a flag – so much force eventually the edges fray. I thought he might jump, but he kept walking. He just wanted to be higher than every one else.
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