The Prodigal Daughter

on the surface
my control can
contort my face into a smile
or an unimpressed blank
	
the silent river is raging beneath
and is gorging over its' edges
taking down ancient root systems
void of fish
the current too strong
for anything but itself
	
it is moving through the body
and taking anything it can
with it in its' wake
the silent river
has no ocean to flow into
but these pixels
that form into characters
and those into
the words of this language

i have a picture of us
we are ________ lovers
we are ________ friends
we are ________ family
	
here (the blank above) you would fill
the emotion filling
our faces in this picture
this polaroid snap shot
in my head
instant photography
warped and bent
and colored in
that way only a polaroid
and not any other form
of processing can produce
it's a little muted
and washed in nostalgic glow
	
i have a memory of us
we are ________ lovers
we are ________ friends
we are ________ family
	
here (in the blank above) you would fill
the emotion filling
our hearts in this memory
this is a corrupted file
in my computer brain
part of it remains
but the real momement is
warped and bent
and slightly unreadable
only the original
coding remains in this file
	
i have these as evidence
i hold them in my character
very close to and sometimes
underneath my skin
at times these incriminating
photos
and
files
betray the control
that i appear to have