luddite

I insist on Polaroids,
although your objections
are valid—
each image a Gaussian smudge,
colors all wrong,
as if under a sea
of green glass.
For me it’s other things:
sweet chemical smell
when the film slides from the camera,
heft of the photo, as if
the image itself adds weight,
wide border white as imagination.

I also ride in horse-drawn carriages.
Just kidding. Now smile.