Stuck in the Queens Centre, suddenly undone 30 years,
my reflection in front of Shake Shack shows that the
interim, removed, was a clothes hanger in my shirt,
my life since, any life really, pulling shape into the frame.
Never really been in a space that reduced me as this,
I hated teens and being one, the rank embarrassment
of want blown through our bodies, I want not to be
in the Genius Bar, this focus grouped informality.
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