You are self-aware, all are self-aware
Post a meal and a chance meeting to Instagram
And different seasons that neatly trivialize moods for we have no audience but ourselves
For a partner you proudly display
You see him on Wednesday evenings and on Saturdays
You have a public lunch and respectful ten minute intercourse
He has the consistency of mashed potatoes and likes to post pictures of other people's fancy automobiles
You go to see yourself act out what you imagine contentment and success to be
Drape the spoils of a vacancy culture over the public you
But that's your presentation, that's the way you see things
In case the mirror cracks, you'll mop up the leaking melancholy with paper towels and emoji
You'll handle the situation with cleavage shots
A revealing bikini top is a wall blocking someone looking at your life too closely
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