Still no name for her

She inhabits every image.
She is here right now—I can feel her.
She’s the nervous flutter,
the blur in the picture,
the pressure on the sides,
the dangerous weight above every family photo.

She is the yearn
and the choice to yearn.
Outlaw, outlier,
invisible, homeless.

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