m i k k u
"maria, I love you like a
perfectly rolled pack of film,
set in a cool box in my closet."
"mikku, I love you like a
dozen chemicals lined up on a shelf,
waiting for me to mix them."
our own creation was done in dim light;
hydroquinone , potassium bromide , gelatine , silver halide , dichromate , cyanide gas
it came out a little foggy, just like I wanted.
it came out in high contrast, just like he wanted.
there was a silver stain on its cheek, as if kissed by the tears shed during the development
that left soft scar tissue
to seal together within us.