A moment frozen in time,
With my face scrunched up just right.
The emulsion is fuzzy around the edges,
And our bodies are just ever so slightly out of focus,
Our skins are starch - disservice from the flash.
Plastic, plastic, like cellophane, un-perishable
Until the day the earth can break a man made material down,
A part of us will
Always sit in a box in stasis,
Or in the pocket of an old pair of jeans
Where I'll carry you again,
One last time.
YOU ARE READING
Stasis
PoetryStasis. 1. a period or state of inactivity or equilibrium. A collection of poetry written mid pandemic and mid depressive spell.
