I eat and drink replicas
The paper cup, on the plastic dispenser
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Small soldier
Upturned palms in the running river
Seem almost alien.
My face
A combination of hair shaven
And skin drawn-in
Floats between them.
I rise to the window
Confessing a morning
A stir the milk power
Through decaff coffee.
I taste
Energy
Falsity
They flicker like television
Where I watch jealousy
Not sure if channelled or true,
To cement the cracks in my hands with
Cream assuming youth
And pretty looks from the tubed screen
The reconstitute food stuff
To bend a smile over
Though never enough.
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