Photographie

the photo
has her trapped
in a trance
its subjects
mummified
in wedding attire

their grins
their eyes
half-wild;
faces frozen;
embalmed with makeup
and so much hairspray

this image is not even
the core
of human-onions;
the layers have
covered
past imperfections

interactions that
made them decide
to grow together,
thinly meshed,
with the smell
of home

~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~

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