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lockers lockers lockers lockers.

yesteryear highschool lockers.
as though someone hungry were fishing for us through the painted dented sheet metal.
leaden in effect if not lead really & scratched with nasty things.

doors louvered with smell of physical education shoes & devilled egg.
the racks the long old rows of hooks the hall America my motherfatherland.
blunt hooks baited with hats.
salty sweatbands perforated to let light through.
shoes shoes & shoes shoes abed their laced & grommeted jock eyes my eyes too.
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