ETERNALLY OWNED IS BUT WHAT IS LOST
”Pink Lipgloss Girl Growing up.
I wore a red lipstick for the first time today.
My mother said: ‘Finally.’ ”
Annika Sjögren
Whenever the day exuberantly fades away
and all my office worries click on pause again,
I google your name.
Why oh why, my mission is a life hiding on another site.
Whenever anxiety colors with black again,
but still never empties tomorrow of its sorrow,
I sneak peek your picture.
Why oh why, my action is to find images of a future.
Whenever small talk calms me at my aunt’s,
where many clocks tick me to that blithe sleep,
I find a reason to think of you.
Why oh why, my solution is to erase your fucking name.
Whenever you update I’m your darling Faust,
you, the always omnipresent; near but still so far,
my nemesis is your Twitter avatar.
Why oh why, my realization is; I’m totally naught to you.”
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