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Eighteen years, further on there remains only a single passport photo a head shot, 2.5 centimetres square no larger than a postage stamp grey & grey on grey
a sad palette for a lone surviving image
but perhaps black & white is cool like memory, all single-dimensional and fading impression a monochromatic expression caught in time glued down on paper as though that could ever stop the slow, defiant trickle of time
scarf wrapped insouciantly around your neck your serious eyes your fuzzy winter gaberdine concealing thickly the black gleam of your olive thighs the broad dark landscapes of your swollen areolae
unsettled overseas perhaps the same simple photo still fastened on your passport helped the transformation
to discontented citizen of the world
© Stephen Cassidy, 1992
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