You are a creased and splattered memory.
Dust spots on film like
Photographic psoriasis.
The vinegar shadows
You poured into dark rooms
Lap your white border levy wall.
Crack the door, and they'll flood
This red light district
With more pinned-up pin-ups
Than even you could handle.
The date scrawled across your back
Is a deadline.
The flash bulb marks
Your matte finish.