Silver Frames
I saw your grandma
she was buck naked
in a Buick
and I thought 'hey you’.
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience.
You wore a pic
of the killer Ernesto Guevara
on your T -
I thought 'hey you’.
Behind old photographs
secret lives
remain radio-active
there is fall-out.
I saw you in a fishy tale
about sleeping under the waves
and I thought 'hey'.
At a funeral home
you look out from
a self-portrait and its silver frame
I watch you enter the flames,
the silver flames.
'Hey you'.
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