college poem 2 of x

you can flex your fingers slowly and together
to the beat of those bugs in the trees
at 3 in the morning
and you can photocopy every poem
like 300 times
at 4 in the morning
but you cannot look at yourself
in the mirror
you cannot photocopy your face
and you cannot meet
anyone's eyes this week (weak)

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here is what I see when I close my eyes at 5pm outside: