Master Pieces Poem by Justin Tang

u say I repeat myself
you say i repeat myself
but maybe I just repeated you

some day
“some day”
we’ll look back on this conversation and sigh
and say….

you might have just misheard me
i'm not a broken record
we're copies of copies
we're 1mperfect beings
copied and past3d and we need editing

-
i heard your voice or maybe an echo
i heard your words, i think on the radio
in between
the intermittent static
it made my heart skip in my chest
like a scratched scratched record

who we are
who we've become
are people
who don't
know who we are

i want to believe

we are

broadcasted out on waves
surfing
caught in the net
hidding in hidden tracks

but this is not the end

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you remind me of the girl on tv
i see you in black and white
i dream of you like i dream of genie

and your show ended and we grew up
we had lovely children
and we finally retired

you had a makeover
a redo a remake a remix
you'll copy yourself and tomorrow
you'll be retro
and you'll be canceled and deleted
and sold out
i'll change the channels
like a cycle of violence starting over again

-
i think i've lost my place here
I think i've lost myself
lost out on myself
sold out my story rights
to a crafty biographer
and t0 a historical fiction guy
who's taken all my records
and writings
my mementos and mem0ries
there's ev3n talk of them making a big hollywood movie
and a rpg loosely based on the movie
my own fancy internet site
and an actual reality show based on my life
showing at prime time
but i can’t tell time
nor even talk to it

this is not “the beginning
of a beautiful relationship”