No Face
A Russ Cope Poem
It’s honest to God the best
interview I’ve ever seen, people
pawing over a new piece
of tech, rolling it in their hands
like a joint and cooing like doves.
The last person interviewed sealed
the deal.
Underneath her wide brim
straw hat, there was no face, only a sound
coming out,
describing how she needed a new phone.
Just perfect.
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