she takes pictures.
(using magic spells
to take moments out of reality.)
capturing people in stone statues of sepia
painting over old wounds
with new feelings
a plastic facade for show home walkthroughs
matching their plaster fruit and drawn on smiles
the camera clicks.
drowning out the lullaby
of bird’s songs
and garbage truck’s roars
the monday morning melody
the beg her:
the frames detailing their bodies’s curves
and nothing more
teaching lessons on photography
it is like painting a fake reality.