Plastic Sun Tan

I don’t know you.

I see your image on my cell phone, so I do know your image. Being media savvy, I know how you’ve crafted your image, and savor your craft. If it is witch craft, so be it. You’re artsy crafty, and I dig.

You’re out for an evening, in a round about way, looking for clover, lover, four leaf clover, four leaf lover, wishing to smear clover pigment with lover pigment, in a taste test without fear.

Or favor.

I don’t know you.

I know your image, and your charmingly selected pixels reminding me of pixies, strangers in the night. Your flash bulbs flashed me out of my flesh, into an idea. If we walked down to 9 East 71st Street together. We would be better. Come — to the New World. Come to the refreshment– the refleshment– the REFLASHMENT.

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