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Posted to Action Poetry

does it surprise
you to know
i cannot stand
the sound of my
own voice?
that i can't look
into my own eyes
without turning
away in disappointment?
do you really see
what it is
that sits just behind
photo still life?
you stare into eyes
you think you may have
seen before
and i am hair
in place
and i am makeup
i am black boots
and lip pout
i am eye glint
mischief and
soft scent pleasure
and i am hiding
and i am shadowed
and i am black and white
and i am less
real than
you can imagine.