photobooth

at the time a polaroid was a mark of friendship so we decided to go raid a photobooth but the pictures never captured they didn't get the time to because across the street was a fancy new camera shop with a fancy new cashier who had pretty, pretty hair and could actually fit into a polaroid with you and i was surrounded by the walls of a madhouse from inside the photobooth because you entangled the curtain entrance so i was locked in i wanted to see nothing so i stared directly into the camera lenses hoping the flash would blind me because apparently you're blinded and happy but i hit the wrong button and the flash never came but there were pictures printed just of your hands around her waist i took about 50 copies and taped them to the lampposts lining abandoned cemeteries i tossed the receipt into the lake, i scattered the letters of your name into the rain

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