I take a Polaroid picture
Every day in January
A month
Maybe a year
In picture frames
Only to realize
There’s not much
To photograph
Home and working
Every day
The cats
Some selfies
The snowstorm
A few weeks past
A winter run
More cats
More selfies
My bookshelf
A few ruined photos
The lighting all wrong
I know there’s beauty
In the mundanity
Of a quiet winter month
But film is pricey
And I already know
What my cats look like
With Love,
Natalie