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photo: Rochelle Ratner
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NEW, IMPROVED
by David Radavich
Fake me.
Let me be plastic,
bottled, recyclable.
Give me a new
face, a body aerobic,
my own best
weight.
Another persona
entirely, costume elastic
and neon and gun
in the eyes
laughing silly.
Mind in a flashing
sacred chest.
America, I love you.
Nothing we manufacture
is less than ourselves.
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BRAND NAME
by David Radavich
Safe in a thing: take aim.
Be that thing, not
yourself.
Put on a label,
a price-tag.
Then sell yourself,
blood and all, in a stall
Some imaginary
market
Where buyers
all wear costumes
Armor
Pick over your skin
with their calloused fingers
Longing to
carry you home,
Throw you away.
It was fun,
though, buying.
Land-fill knows
you’re unique.
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