Lying in a Photograph
By Kayli Wren
QuailBellMagazine.com
QuailBellMagazine.com
A stranger I was trying to get to know
said he hated taking pictures,
would rather let his memory of the moment fade
and distort itself than be forced to remember how the picture was.
said he hated taking pictures,
would rather let his memory of the moment fade
and distort itself than be forced to remember how the picture was.
Memory without film may be flawed,
but living in a photograph is lying.
The person I leaned against,
same position, forever,
paled and blurred slightly around the edges
by sunlight over years in the kitchen window sill.
Time wears on and frays itself on picnic table splinters,
and the Polaroid snapshots become outdated.
Heart breaking and melding,
we are all collages, with the glue still drying us in place,
and these added developments, these changed relationships,
all add to the picture in my mind and color it true.
but living in a photograph is lying.
The person I leaned against,
same position, forever,
paled and blurred slightly around the edges
by sunlight over years in the kitchen window sill.
Time wears on and frays itself on picnic table splinters,
and the Polaroid snapshots become outdated.
Heart breaking and melding,
we are all collages, with the glue still drying us in place,
and these added developments, these changed relationships,
all add to the picture in my mind and color it true.
#Unreal #Poem #Photograph #Flawed #Memory
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