When I look in the mirror
my privilege is invisible
and a small black beetle wanders down the glass, aimless
as a gray sky passing
through stormclouds,
and I face the facets of my opposites
that draw me from myself
to new climates, rainforests of misbelief, a citrus...
No, - that would be stupid.
So it came:
acne.
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