It was her photo that caught me
The mildly conflicting blacks and whites
The still world, so unthinkably quiet
Haunted with old light and shadows and dirt
—And after several weeks, the negatives were all but dying
I had fed them into the light again and
I dropped the paper into the water and
My camera seemed so far away
I could not control the image any longer
I thought maybe it was the chemicals that smelled so sour
But the Orange light made my body seem thinner than before
And it was me changing, just like the
Photos
And when I stepped away from the solid black door, the world was just shadow
And I was not real
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