poem: stock character, female

she turned very slightly; smiled.

she said I know you know we know we all know

That we are just matter. she bit

her lip, she brushed her

hair behind the pixeled part of her ear

coming sharply

in and out of focus. A bad movie; the director is

inebriated.

reset the lenses and and and:

she cut herself on sensibility,

she lost herself to sense. Do you go by this

name? they asked. she said, i go by everyname

i am nameless

.

[scene rejected. rewrite. submit to manager’s office for approval]

[thank you for your cooperation]

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