Future's Past

Curtains
Originally uploaded by kafkas_undies.

Stop remembering,
I yelled at the car,
At the camera-flash-bulb,
The backseat faces.

I don’t photograph people,
Not then and rarely now,
Spend too much time with mirrors
Looking at what was and what is,
like sand before it falls,
before time.

Once, I traded money for photographs.
I didn’t call it pornography then
And I don’t call it that now,
Chances are, I won’t call it that
Later because
It never happened that way
Or this.
Because it never happened
Unless you count the time in the driver’s seat
And back then, I was just driving
And yelling,
Yelling at people to stop remembering.
Yelling
Because it was slowing us down.