post-card nomadic

first-one features

the camera will

come on again

dragging out revenge

to some stupefied

consensus i used to

take you to all

the shoots pizza

for breakfast you

were hungover

from the night

before you called

me a post-card

nomadic i have

been called worse

limited access

studio shoots are

a sweatshop

sex work depends

on faith like

fucking jesus in

the ass in rooms

sublet in creative

differences at random

one pixel at a time

i have my own tolerance

for cuteness the way

to the toilets was through

the gloom you and your

hidden cameras strung

in an archipelago of

you never did look old

enough to drive


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