That’s me in the photos
Smiling
But I never met her
In real life
We had the same shirt
and pants
and glasses;
separated at birth
perhaps;
she either had a better life
or a worse one
The large scar on her
stomach
signified
a gain or a loss;
makeup covered it up
either way
At a magazine shoot
in front of a cyclorama
to substitute anything you wanted
as background
Confidently
climbing Mount Everest
or entering a crack den;
playing with a puppy
or poaching an elephant
The final image
was decided for me, of course,
by a stranger in a darkroom
(no shadows there)
eating sushi with a spoon
and cereal with
chopsticks
trying to make the
dead
line
Smiling
But I never met her
In real life
We had the same shirt
and pants
and glasses;
separated at birth
perhaps;
she either had a better life
or a worse one
The large scar on her
stomach
signified
a gain or a loss;
makeup covered it up
either way
At a magazine shoot
in front of a cyclorama
to substitute anything you wanted
as background
Confidently
climbing Mount Everest
or entering a crack den;
playing with a puppy
or poaching an elephant
The final image
was decided for me, of course,
by a stranger in a darkroom
(no shadows there)
eating sushi with a spoon
and cereal with
chopsticks
trying to make the
dead
line
