if the air was at all warm
he ran shirtless
free flow of air all around
not because he wanted a tan
or because he was proud
of his bony arms and pallid belly
but precisely because he was tired
of worrying about his appearance
it wasn’t bravery, but apathy
weary of hiding
stifling the sweat
posturing
sucking in the gut
trying to be someone else
he preferred to
leave those cares behind
to approach the world honestly
free flow of air all around
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