Staring at a mural behind the Union Transfer
September, Philadelphia, 2022
I'm somehow an imposter in a room full of people
Just sitting on the stairs alone, afraid of solitude
Seems everyone remembers even if it didn't happen
Romantic as a basement gets way back when we were small
I didn't need a reason, not a nickel on the table
There's nothing to commodify, no money made at all
Now we're just pretending this was always the intention
We manifest the means to be a cog in the machine
It's too much like a mirror that's distorting my reflection
An accidental document of who I used to be
You're mistaken, photos taken, get it right
Just my wages from these pages under lights
There's no defense, all my reasons are a lie
Just an old soul in the wolves' clothes, let him die
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