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i typed out your face.
for fear of flashbulbs,
i paint us into existence

in lines of text we trace
lives we'd like to live.
people we'd like to be.

but our world's just plastic,
drastic polychrome reflections
on a flat-screen t.v.

you, me, nothing but static,
the black and white flickers
washed up on an ice-blue pane.



© Marziya Mohammedali, 2001-2013