at the black and white
photo,
stuck
inside my laminated drivers
license.
do i really look like that.
a mug
shot.
guilty as charged, about
to go to the gallows.
i don't look happy,
i look
old, tired,
heavy in my winter coat.
my face as pale
as fallen
snow.
i ask the woman
behind the counter if i can
have a do over.
she shakes her
head no.
then pushes the number
for another
person, and yells out,
next.
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