on a pedestal inside
its mouth
a microphone, a speaker, an eye.
After
set it up on a shelf, tell me to look straight in
light my lanks with desire, blink and flash. A
head-to-toe view. I’m only used to seeing me,
standing awkwardly, wearing an average tight. The
background is blurred like evidence of flattery,
big lonely, the camera is small, but still there.
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