I've never seen my hair in the mirror.
It's too thin for the light to reflect off.
I've seen a movie about a boy who grows up.
He goes into a TV screen.
His mother never stops.
His father never quits.
I never want to seem like I am.
I just want to be.
My whole death is dad of the future.
Two men walk to the trash compactor.
One wears a light green shirt.
One wears a light orange shirt.
One wears blue shorts.
One wears blue jeans.
One carries a trash bag.
One wears a cap.
They both look at the bed frame behind the recycling dumpster.
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