Instead of pouring over old faded photographs yellowed with age,
Instead of tenderly turning pages of an old, scribbled out diary,
Instead of playing old records and touching the covers smiling,
Instead of reading letters from all over the world,
leaking pressed flowers and glitter,
We will sit at out parents' and our grandparents' computers.
We will sit in a darkened room with
one finger moving.
try to recreate our history, the textures and toils and loves that have made us,
And I hope we will all
Find something.