Archived: A Photograph in the Junk Drawer by Kris Mascarenas

I see my past in sepia tones, taupe eyes reflect clamshell skies and drowsy clouds shadow my wayward worries and woes of mothers and dandelions and copper-colored surly curls tangled in threads of my sweater on shoulders drooping like sunflowers in October #notmuchhaschanged Biography: When I was in 4th grade, my godmother gifted me a…