Next time I take a picture of myself
I want it to be on a Polaroid
So I can shake it and blow on it
And watch in glee as my face
Slowly ghosts into being, like an apparition
On a foggy day, when it isn’t that big of a deal
If you can’t see me, or if I’m hiding a frown
But it isn’t so bad, not so bad.
Next time I take a picture of myself
I want it to be of a memory
So I can remember and absorb
The glory of that moment
Like something sweet and fantastic
A dream of all nightmares
And it’ll be amazing over again,
Like I always hoped it would be.
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