dear iron maiden
leatherette bound spine
worn blue dress
gaslight district cafe smile
eighth floor
ninth floor
whatever
i’m here
four doors down
knocking on
thrift store loneliness
that you just can’t give away nowadays*
we
dare polaroids
point and laugh
but not of mockery
catalog pictures
a galaxy or two
more panoramic for any shutter
wide angle lens
a thousand batted lashes
and double takes
i’m easy to capture
and purposely left behind
like a coffee cup beyond the windowsill
beneath the screenprint letters
(and) for your eyes
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*wednesday