PUBLIC

She bolts in

Through the ‘Out’ gate

Stands in sneakers and distress

Her school uniform, her hair – wet

Clinging to her cry for help

We all turn to stare

From our fixed queue order

Some of us try to understand

To spend some listening

This side of the counter

They’re all after her

She couldn’t study

She is in need of a dollar

Her world, she’s broken it, she said

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