In every photograph my grandfather
wears the look of a man hungover
pained as a vampire by daylight
and hoping life and all its nonsense
will soon be over.
In every photo
his pants are hiked up a bit too high
as if he were quickly assembled
by a child and his lower half affixed
backward.
In every photograph
he holds a cigarette, pinched
between the index and middle fingers
of his right hand as if about to grind it
into the eye of some snitch
some no good peeping tom
some lens.
A wonderful observation.
Posted by: Steve Frenkel | January 29, 2013 at 12:42 PM