Long Island Boy - Poem by Isabel Kestner
I see your eyes curl around that woman
like a translucent blue ocean around a
She is a destination you
cannot afford the plane ticket to.
She is just a cubicle
photo of where you cannot go.
I am just a cheap worker at the copy machine.
I am too black and white for you.
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