I ran my finger
through the Wi-Fi air.
Full of waves
was the place my finger ran.

The mirrors of false selves
were unshattering in the air,
the false selves I ran
my long finger through.

The videos, the pictures
caught in the air--
they gave no proof
of the true selves

of those careening about.

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