shoplifting
we’ve all given it a go
the gang identity the group skin
draped in insolence and arrogance
all that belonging that longing to be in
the chorus the song and dance of adolescence
that becomes a one-man show
how the mind becomes body
the somatic awareness of self
that sudden sweaty existential voice
the dare the dread that life upon the shelf
to take to pocket to make that choice
to move to the music the choreography …
and breathless the song ending
and the buzzing adrenal silence
that some can never switch off
the trinket in the hand that defiance
that tells how a life will be lived
the visceral precipitous bending
young Imago’s hand hovers …
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