Soirée

Confetti sparks
shiver the heartless ghosts
inside my glass pupils,
straining fisheye optics of teenage abstraction.

Human vagaries decompose
like vinyl records under heat.

I break off feelings
and glaze over lyrics:

lights laminate your complexion.

Vogue magazine pieces shred
midnight’s makeup
upon our empty star scattered souls.

Then I hide this moment
—a candied crease
at the bottom
of my brain—
to lift up stratospheres
materializing a time-lapse still life.

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