Not all the
truth is documented.
Photos are
cropped;
Secrets cut
out.
I made her
the central image of my life
To cover up
your lack of focus.
But
snapshots of family blur
When
distance dominates the picture.
So I
destroy the negatives,
Create an
alternate past,
And call it
a hobby.
I color
perceptions,
Paste on
smiles,
And stamp
lies in appropriate places.
