dont have

a lot of pictures because
I don't feel the need
to meticulously document
my existence.

take a look at those albums -
it's just the same photo,
over and over.
switch out one face
and replace with another.
same pose
same girl
same red cups
pride.


who are these memories for?


before us, they held a
handkerchief in their hands
to remind them of a lover
in the war.

we just click through
200 photos of us
kissing the boy
down the street.

if everyone else continues to propel
what if i want to jump off the ship?