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Vulnerability Comes In The Form Of A Hospital Gown
The security guard at
the hospital admired
my taste in clothing.
I'm certain I reminded
him of himself when he was
younger.
Now, he was an old man
with a wife and children.
I never got around to telling
him, but I wished we could've
switched lives.
He could keep my clothes,
and I could experience what
it felt like to be part of a family -
warmth, love, connection -
all of the things I've
never experienced
or belonged to.
Copyright ©
Alijah Rivers
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