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.