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.
