Incognito
Wanting to do a little math
but I’d forgotten the year
I was forced to lower my shades
and ask a complete stranger
She said I looked familiar
but I lied and said
I wasn’t from around here
and repeated the question
Secured with the knowledge
I arrived at the conclusion
having counted backwards
by way of fingers & toes
I tipped my flea market fedora
and went about my business
fairly certain I’d remain invisible
for at least a few more days
march two thousand twenty-five
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