Recollected

The photos emerge

from their hiding place in the cellar,

sepia fish, or paper ghosts

with white deckled borders.

Our fathers, long dead, boast

the cheerful sibilance of baldness,

a halo in the camera’s flash.

Our mothers, bedecked

in aprons and strange eyeglasses,

flap like crows’ wings.

–excerpt from “Recollected” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective/Purple Flag, 2015). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

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