The photograph \u2013 it\u2019s crooked<\/p>\n
They\u2019re sitting on a balcony at dusk,
\nit\u2019s a caf\u00e9 in Krakow
\nthe layered dessert in the center of the table
\nwith sharp-sided precision of geometry.
\nBut their faces are soft,
\nenjoying the adventure of new love
\non cobbled side streets.
\n20-something hostel love.<\/p>\n
Why\u2019s the photograph always tilted<\/p>\n
She fixes it each time she walks by.
\nMaybe it\u2019s from the construction site down the hill,
\nsetting off explosives at noon.
\nMonday to Friday-
\nvibrations travel through the house;
\nthe sunroom rattles and cats hide.<\/p>\n
or it was an earthquake-<\/p>\n
what if she was alone<\/p>\n
The glass sunroom would surely shatter.
\nThe bathroom or his walk-in closet-
\nthat\u2019s where she\u2019d go.
\n!
\n!
\n!
\nHow\u2019s it possible to be this high up and compressed?<\/p>\n
He\u2019s not here<\/p>\n
even when he is<\/p>\n
The photograph \u2013 it\u2019s crooked<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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