I hold up my phone to capture light
reflecting off someone I want to remember,
turn them into a series of tiny squares,
then into ones and zeros
that will travel from my phone
to the server farm next to the Word Market in Tukwila,
aware I’ll probably never look at it again—
aware most pictures are never looked at again.
Maybe this one won’t be.
Maybe it will.
He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.
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