the wound in the scrutinised reality

cutting my lips with the sharp edges
of the skin of a piece of honey melon
somehow escapes my attention as,
while staring at cathleen and colleen’s faces,
i wonder if i would rather slightly smile
or slightly frown, or maybe just play
with a hand grenade at the south-east
entrance to central park, in front
of the bronze statue.

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