The author of this poem entered a contest given only the accompanying picture, “Desperado” by G.J. Gillespie.

Over my head. I don’t know what the machine is. I can’t tell if her father is alive or dead.

I don’t know what happened in her mind when she saw the picture that led her to this either.

Seems like she submitted an already written poem to the picture and hoped it stuck.

I’m not mad about it. That’s something I would do. Less silly.