memoriesas oldas discardableas worn out packagingnot recyclable relationshipsas short-livedas fake laughterDo I throw outlast remnantsof what remained after? Do you rememberwheels not movingwhen shots were takenand then canned?Nobody knew why… we posedwe pretendedhappinessnot meant to be oursIn a time framestuck and bookended we moved long agofrom sepia tintsto blueprintsof a futurewithout each other Written for … Continue reading Sepia Tints
Sepia Tints
