In the clutter of these things
I found a photo:
you and I
with smiles and tired eyes
from waiting up all night
to see the sun first.
The camera was in my hand
looking back at us.
A stickiness to our teeth
though we hadn’t slept.
We stretched our lips
for the picture.
There are holes top and center,
because I pinned us up on walls once.
Then, when moving,
tossed us in this box with
paperclips and receipts
and the tacks that held us.
Now, when moving, we’re in another box.
