After pictures

This starts it all off,
the plastic face
that chooses how it looks
is now watching
for the lights to change.
I’m not too sure
just how I’m supposed to smile,
sitting thick,
or just standing aside
while looking at my hands
like they were about to do something
and everything
has become this moment.
Somehow forgotten
until the flash
and it begged
to be left behind.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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