What's the picture where you’re in the water
doing here. I told the cameraman the lights were too
bright to see you. I wrote this poem just to see you.
This is no rockstar elegy. I’m no daughter
of Elysium. I told you my poems would be everywhere
and he would be nowhere. But when I wrote you
as a way of seeing you, the lights were too
bright to. This is no dream. This is the nightmare
of the cameraman. What’s the water doing here,
flooding your room, where we fucked so often
I could be you. I told the lights to soften
so I could see you. This is the place where
I turn back to him, though I left him for you.
This is the nightmare of the cameraman, too.
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