Fun Photos
Not like the ones covering
your dorm-room wall, best
friends from home, homecoming
and sweet sixteen; and new friends,
sorority sisters really, who snap
photos of you and Mr. Random
at the bar, puckering your best
drunk for the camera. Not like
the candid's your grandma
museums her house with, you
baby-naked and toothless, every
school picture since Pre-K, framed
next to the Easter Bunny -- you
a terrified toddler, mid-scream and
reaching for someone, or the birthday
wall, hanging your age right in front of
everyone who walks through the door.
Not these. Not even the family
vacation scrapbook photos, you snuggling
the belly of Pooh or spreading your arms
wide, trying to hug the Grand Canyon. No,
he wants fun photos, where you see how much
skin the lens on your phone can capture at
once, how many angles your body can bend
into, or how many ways the female of you
can look from the front, to the side, to the other
side, to back, bent over, behind, spread-eagle.
I'm sorry, he says, I just can't commit- but
send some of those fun pictures. The kind
that strip your name bare.
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