Capture

I like to capture lines, and the slight gape of a mouth as it smiles,
I like to watch the captured memory float up,
Like a bubble,
And pop on the flesh of my skin, forcing me to remember.
I like to capture lies, painful lies, at the pit of my throat and the tip of my tongue,
And taste them over and over again like the trapped holographic memories.
I don’t dare to dream.