Second Person
I airbrush the phone off your
selective listening machine,
and transform that outfit, I never
saw, into a concrete memory.
I tint your lips redder, so they
make you blush, and blend your
knots into manes of locks which
you want, to be stroked by me.
I crop space so you’re closer,
and hyperbolize shadows of
your limbs, so the sunlight, which
I make, paints you skin colour.
I increase my exposure, so you
can see me if you open your eyes,
and I blur my illuminated image,
so you’ve already seen me.
I contrast your skin tone, so you
are all alone, and I leave my
second person, in a self-mirrored
memory, so I can start my life again.
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