The Credits
I want to know
the intimate lives
of other characters,
not just those in my mind—
brought to life
through the tube
or the flickering
of image moving across image.
I want to share the moment
with a friend
sitting beside me,
not staring back at me,
with perfect make-up
and maybe airbrushed skin.
Outfits to match
the awkward beauty
we are grown to love.
Like a stem,
I absorb their light,
the tears that fall
like rain.
I am an image
grown,
in theirs.
I want to blossom
without only their help.
The quirks
of personalities
of friends that
are not flattened
in front of me.
Where are
my real friends?
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