Poetry
Caption
Before photography, people didn’t exist.
Blow it up, I’m in the doctored details
In this picture, and this one, I’m in
Each photo, in the cool blur, in the
Brown cloud, my tiny head redrawn,
My splayed limbs cropped. I hammed.
I’m telling you, I’ve slept many times
With near celebrities. True, I’m lying
Face down, here, in the mud, my pants
Stained with too much clarity. My bones
May dissolve in a toxic tub, but long
As this photo shall last, I won’t fade.
Contributor
Linh Dinh
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