What do I need a photo for It’s not like I’d forget a face
Became a shout over and out in women’s clothing
In all but the same name can you tell us apart
In tight situations I find magnets help in unlocking
whilst it prowls searching for names on its feathers
hatching plans and bars its own mind from remembering.
The night meeting body count of art
Whilst it’s hazed memoirs lay out on torn bed clothes
seeking reparations for the things it did and didn’t say
As the eyes roll like dice in the dragons head.