Movement Five

here I am                                                              shirtless and earnest
angled so the light accentuates the fruit
of me                                                                     the nub of me

splatted on the screen                                       flecks of savoury sweat

then pretence falls away
like the house-front
that almost crushed
Buster Keaton

my one year old niece
already knows what a phone is for

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