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Click hereI want you to show me a picture of you
a recent one, to prove that you exist.
I want you to buy a current copy
of USA Today and hold it
to your face, grab your camera
and click, click, boom!
Fire away.
A shot of your face in my in-box, damnit!
I want to be able to see your eyes
so that I can finally hate you.
I want to see a picture of you
on a quart carton and I want to know
that once you were real
enough to be missing, as in now
I will never touch you, have you, hold you.
Hold it. Hold it steady.
Closer to your face. I want to see
the stippling of my faith
on your cheek as the ink runs down the page.
Then and only then, you may drop the camera
and step, just step away.
Says quite a lot, but nothing says it quite as well as the second part of the title.
I was sure that I commented on this earlier. Maybe it didn't show up or I'll end up with two comments. Anyway, great poem and it's mentioned on the new poems thread. :)