Over the years I’ve found myself writing poems after looking at old pictures. A few years back I wrote a whole series called Walking Around the Room based on the pictures hanging in my bedroom wall. I’ll have to get those poems up shortly, but for now, here’s a picture poem.
You didn’t see
the nappy dreadlocks
or greasy forehead
with red constellations
flushing with my cheeks
when I drank too much
or danced myself silly
on the coffee table
in the house we called
the double deuce
in A town
under the heavy influence
of spinning vinyl
and attraction
instead you saw
me
and let me see
you
all of you
Jonas Lamb 