I have these three rolls of film
Just sitting on my wardrobe
I have no idea which ones have been used
And I'm too scared to use any of them
I tried to take them to be developed
But my usual spot was closed
So now I have to wait until tomorrow
But the thing is, I know at least one of them
Has pictures of her inside
And I don't want to see them
But at the same time
I want to figure out which ones have pictures
So I can use the unoccupied ones
This shouldn't be a big issue
Yet for me, it feels like the fate of the world
Is resting on my shoulders
Waiting in eager anticipation
For my decision
Now I know what Schrödinger meant
Because at this exact moment
The film is both my greatest treasure
And my worst fear
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
