Friday, March 20, 2020

Soft Focus

My slide scanner is today's ouija board
summoning you from the digital darkness where
you dwell on, forever
twenty-five and impossibly far from sorrows
that lay ahead. The end not even thinkable.

Your face startles with its sudden appearance
on my screen. Pixels resolving into you, blurry
vaguely out of focus and out of reach. And so young,
your face unreadable as you consider your photographer.
Your new husband. Was he a disappointment yet?
Or is that longing. You must have wanted him then.
A desire that would endure beyond tolerance
and defy reason.

What does reason have to do with it, you might
be thinking. The light is soft. The man is here
and there is only now.

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