This is a poem about you, son
endless mirror images
taken on a fucking Macbook
You staring you down
in endless mirrors of annoyance
your dumb face
O, the terror of anger at friends
"the long road down"
and the hot time before it
History was a drag
a Hallowe'en mask
whipping on a string
When being too busy was
being busy and not being
annoyed by one another
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