Zywa My vague self

In distorting mirrors and family photos
I explore the limits of who I am
In company, I let my body bob
my eyes expectantly hidden

behind a golden curtain of long hair
enticing like a star, with puckered lips
to feel what it is like
to be world famous

and then experience my vagueness
all the more, hidden behind big eyes
like a child in angel wings of sand
with golden keys in my hand

Poem 2276
Amsterdam, 2019-06-18

Collection: I am 
Keyword: Identity:  
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