If it were up to me,
the bible would begin:
A man steps into a field...
I'd forgotten what was in
the background when you took
the photo of me I wouldn't
see until later. When I did,
it was just a wall, and my smile
was a mouthful of rocks.
A little after it was clicked off
the T.V. screen's light
condensed down a drain.
Even when the television
had become an aquarium
full of black water
that last bright dot
burned in my eye.
On the back of my photo
you wrote, This isn't you,
and you were right,
it no longer was.
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