just above the chin.
my eyes, i excused,
looked wonky
but really
they were sort of sad
sort of
wishing
that this technology
didn't exist
not because
i was afraid
he'd show it
and boast
to others (ha),
because i'd be
filed away
like other
naked and
posed ex-girlfriends
labeled
and tucked
into misleading
folders
on his hard drive,
physical evidence
to visit when a whistle
in the breeze or the smell
of hair dye
calls upon my face to memory.
my tits look fabulous
either way.
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