Like a Target

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I shake the polaroid

of my life, 

exasperated

by what might develop

because 

stillness is futile — 

it makes me feel

dangerous, 

or endangered, 

like a target

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(above)
Autobiogenesis, 87 (WIP)
2019
Fugitive Ink (Avocado), Red Pencil
4 x 4 in

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