Subtle Crime
I feel taken from
when someone
"takes me"
to be something— anything
believing they have
rightly identified
my goings on
when someone
"takes me"
to be something— anything
believing they have
rightly identified
my goings on
Happiness Poem
three young smiling models drive by on the side of a big white truck I smile back, mindful as if someone is there now all the holograms are in happiness ever after © 2009-2010 Benjamin Dean
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