Orphan

Incessant moans toss the orphan outdoors. His stomach churns inside out by a condominium sign down the road. Bare feet step the cobblestones at some odd hour in the morning. He circles a few streets then curls in his car. No noises invade his thoughts. He still doesn’t sleep. He needs to be held. He washes his hands.

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