I am afraid
of people.

Not of their violence or their vice,
nor their grime or their lice.

I couldn’t care about their looks
or weapons or dirty books.

It’s not their booming, brazen pride
that makes me want to run and hide.

Or their religiosity
that raises the bar for crazy.

I’m afraid I’ll lose myself
and forget the way out.

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