Lost in Translation
Lost in Translation
by Julie Sumner
Onscreen you are perfected in pixels:
laugh lines and blue-green eyes strikingly clear, still
there’s an absence to your flattened presence;
the space around your face is empty of the scent
of sandalwood aftershave, gone too is the feel
of your back, warm as earth in the summer sun,
and your spirit remains untranslatable
except in the language of flesh and bone.