by Farhan Kathawala

Eerie streetside intrusions on
sidewalk life, apparitions of blinding light
in our heads.

Glass metal sleek sheen
phone in hand. Power unlimited.
To gather events of someone’s day
and scroll them up into
infinite uncaring.
To judge your relevance less than my interest.
Contacting and grouping,

puppet master on his strings
plays the game of life again
melts into a magic shop.

Driving with the top off now,
soft, cream and silk of skin
with a smile
vermilion lips her unbridled teeth.
To face another car and say
“We’ve destroyed the world with shoes and steel
and I give in.”

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