little pig does poetry
memory of scattered photos
spread over a vast canvas
of darkness. appearing and re-
ceding like random slideshows,
shoveling up the remains of broken
life. always, the torn and battered
snapshots click away while near-perfect
[images] receive temporary frames.
but the process restarts, the slideshow replays
at every moment of inactivity,
until the last moment, when
memory is simply a black, empty stage.