Sometimes I am certain that I am completely generic.
I am a mass produced 8 1/2″ x 11″ glossy sheet of photo paper.
I decorate my stock identity with stock photos that meet the world’s stock expectations,
depicting instances of elation,
pixelated ink perfectly smeared across the faces of smiling children,
in happy families.
a fabricated composition of uniqueness.
I am one of those bland image filled pieces of paper,
set beneath glass,
to compliment an eclectic mix of countless picture frames,
displayed on department store shelves.
My purpose: help a prospective buyer visualize what the future could hold–
I am pained to concede and accept
my purpose as a sheet of paper.
I exist merely as a filler until I can be replaced
trashed to make room for captured memories the continuation of my presence is not permitted to permeate
never even considered capable of holding a place of permanence
under the glass upon another’s mantle.
who purchases a frame for the stock photos
displaying strangers in the act of creating manufactured moments of supposed happiness? I am the prospect of better days that lay ahead in a frame for another’s future to fill.