these photographs are not what i want.
they should be better.
i should be better.
and it's tempting to bend under the whisper of,
"see? you suck."
instead i think of the twins this morning,
sitting across the table, arms intwined
faces pressed against each other -
his eyes green, and his brown.
"No, daddy doesn't live at home,"
they say, and i think divorce.
"Daddy lives in heaven."
wow. you're six.
Kylee, your life...could be worse.
photographs can be improved, can be changed.
Some things can't.