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April 1, 2012 vol 8 no 1

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Ray Rasmussen


Don't

She sits on the stoop of a wooden shack, paint flaking off the walls, her hand on a rusty shopping cart stacked high with possessions.

"Don't you take my picture!"

"I won't," I say, feeling guilty because she caught me with my camera pointed in her direction. "Why don't you want your picture taken?"

"I know what you people do with them."

"You have a beautiful face. That's why I wanted to." It's like porcelain with fine lines etched around eyes and mouth.

She adjusts her floppy hat and smiles. "I used to be a singer. I still know a lot of songs." She begins to hum.

crumpled paper bag
the offer of
a ginger snap


Published in Frogpond, 2007.




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