I was in love with a specific
sort of shadow that appeared
and disappeared regardless
of the motion of the sun.
This shadow, an accessory,
a handbag, an earring, etc,
became a trademark that
distinguished me when
I found myself all debt-deep
and pissed off.
I mean, why wouldn't
a person be pissed?
All that time in the fashion
factory only to find
that your seven fingers
are making a gang sign
recognized by no gangs
or other groups which
require signs made by digits.
In that way, total crap.
The other route, sunshine.
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