Josie tears her four up
outside her local post office
with a faded sign up:
‘SAVE OUR P.O.’
‘Too yellow. Too fat.’
Tyler thinks he’s James Dean
in his.
He wants to make
Warholesque rite
of passage posters
out of them.
Fred stares straight
ahead smiling a little
too much.
He’s 70. This is his
first passport; it will
take him to Australia.
Sam and Fran are
nervous.
Her favourite film is Buffalo ’66;
his, Amelie.
They want a look which will
blend both.
The photobooths
respond silently or loudly,
beep, dry, beep, dry; red light
flashing.
‘These pictures (4 down/4 across)
mean something’
writes Tanya
bemoaning the death
of photobooths on
her blog;
normally dealing with
period sex.
2 comments:
Completely excellent Eli!!
Love this,
Megan
I really love this poem!
It's great the way that you are blending two loves here (photography and poetry). And the title itself is very powerful, draws you immediately in!
Awesome :) x
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