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Anonymous and therefore free

To be anyone you want to be

A traveler in any given city

The past version of the beauty

Beholden in my-eye reflection

You are only you to you

So who are you trying to prove it to

In all those photos you choose

For silent views?

They light up my screen

I only get mean / Green with envy

To me it’s just as empty

As the space between carefully parted lips

Left hand-laid open, weddingly

I have no interest in beholding this

Or trying to sport in this loser’s court

Anymore. 

I’ve only become more invisible

off screen, off script

How the beauty has flipped

A secret slipped

Into the open while eyes go searching

For some certainty (or the real me)

Is anyone having fun at this party?

Yet here I am bringing myself into it again

Polished and partial

Creating in my own image

I construct myself

Somewhere between scroll and flesh

The body is the word

The word is the body

The words have been bloodied

The body won’t bleed no more

No matter how many times it gets double tapped

Sprawled out on the bathroom floor

Suspended in the imprint

Stamped in the synapse

Ashamed by the relapse

Fired from the gun

I think I’d rather be no one