Passport photos are always hideous, I know,
but this is something else. My hair
is quite literally frightening. Who’d know

I was famous for my beauty once? At least
I’m not smiling and I’ve managed to include
my whole head in the photograph, the way

the instructions tell you to, even if my head
is all there is. I was startled by the flash
of the camera in the dark booth, coming down

like the blade of a sword, then suddenly
I flew off in all directions. Don’t airports take
longer than this? Somehow, I can’t remember.

 

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From Magma 94

 

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