I wonder if she poses to the camera every once in a while as if it was him taking her picture at every time what would it be like? living reminiscing dwelling waxing then waning then remembering then forgetting dreaming at once then escaping at other times degrading the lots then defending a frail outline of something that's been but was never hers today to call not even MINE DO you mind? I've thought you'd let me carry your body rather than mine but now it feels like I'm not supposed to be alive when yourself isn't even sure if alive looking back it sours like a lime depending on the hour sometimes I miss the blacks sometimes to miss the whites tell me I am FINE what do you even see? what could you even find? in the drops of water at sea I see a picture with no define blurry to the see by the meadow by the cottage by the sign in sight 90s posters scattered cheering the wine surmount me in free meet me: bar or gallery? where our shadows hang cornered hung at a framed stance what do you say? say to me