Reunion
by Perry Nicholas
The sought-after empty beach pushes to the edges
of the photo. You are in the foreground, sunburned
with near freckles pointed out by your mother,
father, husband, proud to be the only ones present
who have witnessed you bleached by winter.
The rest is not family, but relatives, different
tensions you say, occasional people who take snapshots
to freeze you for the next decade. The distraction
of comparison keeps the aunts and uncles from bickering.
The identical backdrop captured every time,
you whip your highlighted hair back hard,
throw your hands up in mock surprise, act
natural while the next cousin adjusts the color.
You saw that pose in an old Marilyn photo, Norma Jean, really,
the black and white one frozen two decades before DiMaggio.
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