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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