Follow me down to the Rose Parade

Lonely moments yield strange and intimate art.

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"The Spoken Word" (2012)

Here I am
Covered in cat hair
Maybe in love
Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror

I take the glasses off
The artist unfulfilled
The spoken word
The cynic

My hair
Tousled, dusty, black
My face
Contours receding as my stomach shies away

I spend the night alone
Watching dreams float past my eyelids
Looking in the bathroom mirror
In someone else's house
I see the man and not the teenager
The man who sleeps alone