Photoshop® (the shortest novel imaginable)

Photoshop® (the shortest novel imaginable)
I die fast in this city, outside I die slow
Everywhere I am is just another thing without you in it
“Fashion Coat,” The National
i tried to Photoshop® myself
back into the picture
from which you cut me
the process was tedious and slow
because i work from dream and memory
haunting me like welcomed ghosts
Chapter 1
i have been hit twice by cars while cycling
and i cannot remember anything about them
Chapter 2
i remember every moment
from the first time we made love
every detail of your apartment
the position of your bed in the room
the Salvador Dali rose poster i gave you
hanging on your wall near the door
the flush along your neck and face
and every word shared between us
Chapter 3
i remember The National concert in Asheville
and that you were not there beside me swaying
Chapter 4
i remember reading At Night We Walk in Circles
wanting to highlight in blue this sentence:
“Nothing is more deserving of one’s respect,
he told Monica that night, as they lay in bed,
than two young people who’ve found each other.”
i remember i could find only an orange highlighter
and that i could not share about any of that with you
i have discovered that Photoshop®
cannot fabricate the things that matter
especially when the things that matter
are no longer possible and no longer there

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