Lock it (unlock it)
a poem after connecting the dots
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetPublished 3 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

Maybe you can come up with something new
or maybe tweet the same three things every day
until a stranger comments, “Are you talking
to yrself?” I’m even younger than you were
in that photo you, yr twenty-ninth birthday,
cigarette hanging out of yr mouth & leather crown.
I swear this is the first time I’ve done this
(looked at yr Tumblr) in five long years.
It’s up to you what happens next.
Previously published in Dude - Note in a Bottle 13

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