The Size of the Girl
A darkroom blemish burns in the photo like a tiny black sun
above a field where I stand planted, age three, my fists
perfectly equal, gripping a short length of stick
from which a string lifts taut, drawn to the upper
right-hand corner of the sky - to a point out of sight:
a speck of kite I strain to imagine.The snapshot, propped on my desk, is being approached
by an insect the size of the girl.