watching my birthdate fly
on a red led train marquee
under the octagonal gaze
of some otto or sergei
stasi henchman asleep
over yesterday's news
half expecting to find
something other than creole
acronyms over bluetooth
we are all finders
keepers lepers
leeches breeders
and the sun sets, never down
if your eyes come back at me
for lunch and lost maidenhood
wouldn't you say we're
getting old?

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