the little white book
round face, round face
roundabout face
eyes like beads, eyes like beads
blankly stare at me.
shift past: you’re still in line,
just i’m now behind.
hindsight of your frumpy dress,
bled my raging eyes.
now out comes that little book,
the one you used to wave.
ever since the red was gone,
you’re in a perpetual daze.
why the invasion?
why the defiance?
as though we’re out to get you.
but we are.
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