The Google Daemon
asks, without intention,
‘Move to Archive’
It’s not the poor spelling
or the childlike hand-
writing I find
embarrassing,
it’s the open tabs.
WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?
When did this become my face?
When did the self become an object?
To be curated and hung on the white, white-wall:
Stop that!
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I feel naked!
Nude? Nakederer?
Another short one y’all. ‘til next time, see you under blue, blue skies,
For the archives
And what a very nice beard trimming, mister not me.