in this digital plague
no matter how many family photos you burn
you’ll never burn them all.
lodged in the nooks and crannies of hard drive
a million frags to defrag
you wonder why i put the camera down
why black and white will
never be the same again.
and if you change your name
get lost in the rocks
in a high ball, light cigarettes in memoriam
to your old self,
it doesn’t matter any more
they have a name for that too
and your whole life
on file.
all that’s left
to burn
is this sentimentality
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