This Will Not Last
by A. A. Parr
for Her

Already, your fingers tap
dysrhythmic across the keys, your
glasses slipping down your nose and
though I believe you wanted
us to think
it was accidental, it was
a natural progression, you
spent a solid seven minutes
getting their exact position right
for the angle you could reach
with one hand behind your phone and
you never though I might just
zoom in that close to see
how undistorted your body actually is
in the reflection of those glasses 
how imperfect you can be
how unlike this beautifully flawed persona
you have crafted
you’ve become.

This will not last -
not because you are growing old (but really,
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