connecting the dots
the wig
the pen
those shameless bare legs,
that pressed black lipstick
i don't care for her hair
so why
does she?
it's a power struggle
jocasta and the world
so, like oedipus
i remove my eyes
to force
a change
in my perspective
it does not really help
i can still hear her voice
unclear
confused
i flee my own sense
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