FOURTEEN:  process
We are in limbo.

We are neither here nor there,
           too tough for babyhood
           too raw for adulthood.

We are shaped by circles
                          then squares
                                 then triangles.

We are left mutilated
                             when they abandon us at the roadside.

We stew in our loneliness
      but we are bound together, we mutants
as we are carted off to finishing school.
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