Airbrushed

I was going to try and back-plot this poem but I’m just going to let it fly.

Airbrushed

I don’t have
the pictures,
Patricia

no flash drive
stores that
photo spread

know
the place
by The Green Mill,
Patricia

they have a copy
I’ve held it
and left it
in it’s clear
protective covering

I don’t want
to see you
Patricia…
wearing the smile
that won me

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