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Being a cult figure is the essence of being
a paradox in which someone
has managed to get themselves linked
to the theoretically real while
simultaneously getting themselves tied
to conventional assumptions about being
2025
is saying, someday this day will be over.
A moon will presumably still be above:
a bone quiet, an inflatable in the scene
—the cool blue swimming pool
it finds itself in. And I will want to be.
My mother, the Queen, will want only
2020
when the pink sliver of sky swims in
through the window and you hear
the high notes from the opera singer
one story below. Angel of wishing,
angel of fortune, the cart overturned,
the small animals from the back
2020