I seem to remember this being inspired by In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound, although it seems to lack the brevity or clarity to prove it.
Whose people these are we cannot tell
Except by the costumes they wear
Cas’ candy floss wig wisps down to the band of his bra
A hooded cloak covers my hair
We find our reflections in polished floors
Front-facing cameras, each other’s eyes
I am a brown-skinned book with new covers
A paper’s edge between fiction and lies.