how long have you been you?

a poem

i’m spying on the past

at the beauty dark

hair up and back

her crown is cautious

The transistor radio sits lopsided

on the mahogany who tries to hold it together

the mustached man is behind the camera

when he shaves it off, i cry for days, who are you?!

he grows it back

A teenage jellyfish smiles for the camera

but the lotus doesn’t know

that he will never get

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