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.