“hollywood, california”
exposition; paramedics climb the hills to find
mounds of dusted body bags.
each of bag contained outfits to
represent all of my favorite idols.
turning point; models with lazy eyes speak of
brief encounters with
my typecast persona.
complication; after two years, they remember
a face.
climax; i listen to the sound of car crashes
and wonder about
the diegesis of my own life.
action; within the funeral wakes i stirred
within my own
body.
resolution; framed and set aside, i admit to
pining for a
brand new life.
i bury myself
in rotten red sand.
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