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Our Portraits

30 January 2012, SFMOMA, San Francisco
for fellow photography student, Francesca Woodman (1958-81)

We made transient pictures of ourselves
our cable release hidden from view
no definitive light was ever found.

You fixed by suicide at twenty-two
left too few years for a double chin
your tits never sagged from gravity.

I became a sentimental gray beard
a flickering light with so few answers
to the same unanswerable questions.