published in Volume 5, Issue 4 on December 1st, 1998The last time I saw the naked picture of me, it was on fire in a bathtub.
The photograph was dark, patterns of the wall paper were hazy, a lamp in the picture blurred, my body was indistinct, no detail to my shoulders, hips legs, my face covered by hair caught in motion
I watched the picture burn. The white basin near the drain became smoky, smudged. Soon I washed away ash with cold water turned on as hard as it could go - a coolness could be felt above the tub - as some sort of self proclaimed mist.
The last time I saw the naked picture of me, I left the man who had taken it - the unseen presence who caught my life in motion -
in its young haze. I left him for good - forever - but after I returned the lighter to his kitchen drawer.