The Surgeon's House - Burning Airlines

where did my father find this photograph?

where is the spite, the narrowed eyes?

she was so beautiful in black and white

anywhere else, would i recognize that smile

is it like mine?

was this before she died from making the best of it?

prehistory in tacked-up polaroid

proof of a life nothing survived

anger like amber, where they’re fossilized

maybe i like the way it dulls the light

anaesthetized

were we ever alive?

it’s so cold inside the surgeon’s house tonight