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my mother taught
me
to pray, when I was
seven years old,
as if god
could crawl from
my pockets
every time I whispered
alone.
now, at
seventeen, she
preaches the
importance
of cameras.
as if each
picture
was a memory,
to recall
as if I could
not remember
on my own.
my mother called
me,
when I didn't
12,000 miles
from home.
to remind me
to take
photographs.
so I could send
them
and exist, for
her
on paper.
but instead,
i talked out my
window
to the night
and only the
cars that passed
could answer me
because I had no
pockets
or prayers
and these days
were not worth
the cost of film
Editor's Note: This is a very powerful poem!
What inspired you to write it?
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