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BURNING PHOTOGRAPHS

Jesse Van Hooser

They say a picture is worth a thousand words

If that saying was true

Then I’d have been able to speak about you until 

Our interlocked hands shift to bones

shift to dust


                                  My smile you loved so deeply 

                                  sinks into my cheeks

                                  The same smile is reflected in the wrinkled

                                  printed film that rests bursting

                                  within the scratched scrapbooks

                                  clutched gingerly between my fingertips

                                  placed in a bed of ash within the cold iron pit


Your last picture rests between my fingers

the film wrinkled and worn by age

Our figures untouched by the knowledge

of what we would become

I stare into your eyes the same as I had done

hundreds of times before

          searching 

for a shard of the person I once knew

I tear your figure from my sight

casting the scrap into the pit

The shard remaining unfound or never there at all


                                   All that’s left on the film is your arm

                                   draped over my shoulder

                                   Despite our shared name and the echoes 

                                   of his face on mine

                                   the last piece of him

                                is cast away with the photograph

                                   He never would have wanted this for us

                                   But he never would have imagined we could be happy

                                   without your heart lodging itself in our throat


There is no malice in my actions

             no agony

             no affliction

You no longer have the honor of my eyes


                                   The newly formed flames lap at the photographs

                                   echoing waves crashing on the cliffside

                                   I once believed our hearts were grown to be grafted together

                                   But once I ripped the thread free

                                   and burned the memories we shared

                                   My smile is paid for and earned

                                   A picture is worth a thousand words

                                 


                         and I have no more words left to say about you.






Author Bio
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Jesse Van Hooser is a Michigan-born undergraduate student at Pacific University studying creative writing and theatre. He has been writing since the fifth grade and to this day refuses to sit nicely in one specific literary genre. Jesse is an experimental poet, creative nonfiction writer and playwright. He has been published in poetry with a piece titled “Swept Away” in The Blank Quill Literary Magazine, in nonfiction for an essay titled “Human Connection: Wired & Wirelessin Garden Of The Mind, and has served as an editor for The Silk Road Review, and a programming intern for the Pacific University MFA in writing program. Jesse intends to never stop writing, and never stop creating, no matter how hard the world makes it.

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