Where did you get that ring

the timer and hurried into place.

When the camera flashed, nobody angled me away.

Nobody hid me.

Nobody made me smaller.

A week later, my mother mailed me a copy.

I put it on my bookshelf.

Not because the family was magically healed.

It wasn’t.

But because that photo showed something the old ones never had.

Space.

Space for me to exist without earning it.

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