I’ve been photoshopped again.
I’m not satisfied
with the photograph because

they airbrushed my face,
and now it’s blotchless and
speechless, even though

the lips are ajar,
slightly askew,
the eyes glaze into

the middle distance.
No one on earth
looks like this. That’s why

it’s so perfect. Only
in a photo can there be
no tears, no answer

to the question, the one
about why some live
and some are never

seen or heard from again.