the plush must be worn away
--lyn hejinian, from My Life
green leather, felted, ragged, having forgotten any specific time of day. the photo, of the girl, on her couch. light damages the color, (dis)articulation. an image disconnected from its own story. wears thin like the tales you give of someone’s history, and call them my own. the indeterminate color of overused age. it can only be this, without a fuzzy understanding of where we once were.