“This week, last year”

In scrolling through his poems past,
In every “I” and every “me”,
He recognised a flash-lit him
In set-squared poses, post-it smiles,
And Jenga wrinkles ’round the eyes,
Anticipating clicking sounds
From oily touches on a screen
His muses fumbled daily with.

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