another morning
another chemical coating
another narcissistic lathering
soaping my hair, face, body
antiperspirant, lotion
sunscreen, hair gel, eye drops
toothpaste, mouthwash
there’s nothing real about me
I am fake, head to toe
plastics, aerosols, fragrances
trying to preserve the real real
or mask it or hide it or fix it
as the mirror snickers at me
in 2d flat-screen mockery
I’m a stranger, a hitchhiker in
a borrowed body, a rogue
uncovered, this facade
bared down to its natural
stench and style
is something unpublishable,
something never in vogue
(Image sculpture by Greg Lynn on snowangelsoul.tumblr.com)
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