Photography
Etta Duryea
Papa's head shines like a wheel
with no tread. Beautiful man,
mi amore. He shines like Lake
Michigan in July heat. He heats
me up: a black dress on a sunny
day. In the sun, we almost look
the same when the photographer's
flash leaves powder on my face.
Color doesn't matter.When
he bites, Papa's teeth flash
like a shark's teeth. After the sport
& photographers get bored
with us, we are almost the same.