Photo by Lawrence Krowdeed on UnsplashGirls are. Girls were.
After her death, I found a set of polaroids in her papers. I was a girl. Young attracts old.
About these photos:
- I drape across a patio chair
- I walk up stairs
- I stand hip cocked
In all, I wear red cowboy boots.
About this man. In his fifties while I was in my teens. The motion of the muse. He had some fame in fine art. I felt some shame in the studio.
The news is full of girls. Girls flown to islands. Girls in penthouses. Everyone knows. Everyone knew.
