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Hungry for strangers
it's that time of the month

Making funny faces in the mirror-
		take it one step further and
Make funny shapes with your body in the mirror

Pose as Shiva with your palms out toward the mirror

Suffused with that irritant
Parroted internationally

known as train wreck

With oncoming blindness
With incoming invisible

Hungry for appetite
it's that kind of collapsed conveyance

fantasia of recall
unchecked with the poke of vestigial freckles

it's unfortunately visible

And she's crying in the mirror like a pornstar