here is a photo of a dead person, here
is another. I took this photo of
a living person & now, after some time living,
they are dead.
I never bothered valuing the time between
the photo & the fact
because who the fuck has time for that?
*
I gathered up
what self-esteem I had & plunged myself
into success
& look at all the power I’m enjoying now
look at all this power.
It’s hard to focus on
living things when there’s just one
dead thing in the photo – we crowd around the idea
& let the loudest heart applaud
*
how much can one image change you? If the
internet is ever present, there is no way to
really leave the room. Here’s a photo that was
never intended to leave your phone – here’s one
of you panicked, all alone, giving birth to
the idea before the idea
*
good morning all you Millennials. I am so, so
sorry
*
here is photographic proof of
the best poem
ever written
by a person
*
now that I have so much power, strangers
play tricks on me. Like,
here is a photo of you cumming. Here is a different photo
of me cumming. Some stranger used Photoshop
& sliced us together & now I spend my powerful days
tracing each retweet deeper into the Tumblr
to find the space we might have shared
albeit artificial & ultimately unsatisfying. Other
strangers comment:
that doesn’t look like
them at all
I try my hardest to ignore the most trivial
& fail
& fail harder
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