It’s the same frame.

Sitting on the china chest,

covered in fine filth

my grandfather-

 

a backwards photo 

of me 

my mother hates.

 

He’s beside his bride

frowning in submission-

maybe

she discovered

his anger

rough hands,

desire

wishing elsewhere.

Or maybe

just didn’t care.

owned at 15-

life was a betroth

to a bidder.

property.

 

In any case,

she frowns

staring at me.

 

and the picture

stays in dust

stays in anger

slouching.

 

19 Dec 08

Dave

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