THESE OLD PHOTOS

are acetate and dye. quiet, gentle, frozen, faces coated by a shiny plastic sheen, thin as this very moment fust corrupting the outer edges, yet

These Old Photos they are burning bright and humming with youth and with smiles within them there are so many people alive and I can hear everything they contain the laughter; the heat; the kitchen chairs; These Old Photos they reach with the hands of God back into time’s impenetrable ghost they tempt the devils to flea they are calling back on themselves they echo and shine brightly they are overcoming me,

These Old Photo