Sia(lidan)

The greatest
thing about fame
is hiding your face.

Your eye is the eye of
a needle, sticking out
like a salted wound, a
million bullets setting
the black and blue

bird free. It isn’t
as elastic as it once thought
it would be. Angel roped
with wings, it learns what
alive means, breathes into
itself until the unstoppable

force of fire to gasoline
breaks the chandelier
of a cloaked face,

broken glass of a smile
undressed, everywhere.

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