Eyes spiraling into despair
You stare at me from the corner of my room
An empty box of baby powder and an all-in-one
TV/radio/cassette player
Your only companions.
Functions with no use
Much like you.
Your teeth filmy and loose with dust and time
Weave promises of youth and childhood returned
In which your reel trailed off endlessly into
California dreams, and ephemeral Florida days
Immortalized in Polaroids since faded and lost.
Just please reunite me with my lost love, you beg
With ribbon now worn and warped.
The one whom I kissed with my teeth
And pondered with the Eleusinian mysteries
The one who I replaced with a plastic and silica model
Like a middle-aged man with too much
And not enough
Time on his hands.
Maybe someday I will take you up on your offer
When I too will descend into obsolescence
A living ambassador to history
Nobody wants.
Will you rejuvenate me then, I wonder?
Or will you finally take your revenge
And leave me rattling
In a corner
An infant at
The cusp
Of
Death.
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