Nobody Famous

Poem By Sam Riviere

This is me eating not 1 not 2 but 3 pancakes
this is me having BREAKFAST IN AMERICA in paris
with my creepy associates
this is me punching a photographer
this is me listening to my ansaphone messages
these are my new converse all****s
this is me accessing my email
I think my password 40 times a day
what kind of effect is that having
here I am inside the reptile house
this is me examining the roofs on my street
to see on which the snow has melted meaning
the neighbours are growing hydroponic skunk
this is me playing dolphin olympics
this is me reading akhmatova while listening
to arthur russell and the feeling is mutual
this is me planning my comeback
cutting my hair at 20 to 4 in the morning
here I am in a wet field as a clown tells me to "get real"
here are my eyes suddenly in the train window
this is me surrounded by the sounds of cheap suits
these are my reviews they may contain spoilers
this is me smoking a moth for 10 dollars
this is me having my extremely nuanced feelings
overwhelmed by pop music and kind of enjoying it
this is me trying to remember a word
this is me watching a clip of a hipster being struck
in the head by a pigeon and laughing too loudly
this is me in the grip of my jealousies
this is me pointing at a rainbow
here I am running back and forth along the train
showing the rainbow to my fellow passengers
this is me glancing down at my outfit
every 5 minutes it seems I can't help it
here I am listening to the 7th symphony
this is me in public putting on a 2nd pair of sunglasses
because I feel suddenly like crying
here I am defining my personal space.

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