polaroids
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I used to have my very own polaroid camera
It was pale yellow,
My favorite colour at the time
I loved it.
When I first got it,
It came everywhere with me
School, bike rides, parties
Everywhere
A background noise
A slight ringing in your ears
Just enough to be annoying
But not enough to keep your attention.
Today I decided to climb up the shelves
in the closet in your bedroom
A woman's bare white legs,
Cut off just above the knee,
The shine of her patent heels, the allure
Of the unseen. A telephone--
The old-fashioned kind--
Dropped in from the top edge of the frame.
