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
and let me see
all of you

Reach out and touch someone....

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