Somewhere between
a cartoon and a nation
somewhere between
a photograph and a freeway
in some part of Brooklyn
or Prague I’ve never been
feeling my way backwards
and forwards in time
I arrived at this look
on your face just
at the moment of
understanding something
of finally getting it
when it could go either way
museum-quality melancholy
or incredulous grin
but for now the colors
hold your stare still there
letting me remove
your underwear.
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