My own tale from the basketcase...
Fair Booth Pics
the black and white film washes away our imperfections.
We look like ancient movie stars.
Or our parents. My teeth are still a little too big and
his hair is still receding; defectively
accentuating our sincerity. We’re simply
two regular people in love
in the midst of carnie-like bliss.
Faces down in the first picture, still trying to figure out
how the booth-camera works.
The second one we’ve almost mastered it. We’re looking up
but only with astonished “I’ve just seen a UFO”
looks on our faces, or teenagers-at-the-drive-in,
watching “The Day the Earth Stood Still” in 1956.
The tip of the plastic, inflatable alien sits
just below our heads while we attempt to look natural
in the third one, and by the fourth we’ve given up
and the alien has taken over.
[Sadly, I cannot find that last picture where the alien's head is all you can see but you can imagine, surely.]
[Sadly, I cannot find that last picture where the alien's head is all you can see but you can imagine, surely.]
