Snapshots

Snapshots of a childhood,

pictures of a boy.

How can they be photos of me?

Seems so unfamiliar,

seems so long ago,

looks like a foreign country.

How did I get from there to here?

Who is this boy that I see?

I think you've given me the wrong film back again.

How many times does this have to happen?

Now, some Indian looking kid,

has photos of me at Dreamworld.

I don't care if other customers are waiting.

No, I will not lower my voice.

Don't look at them, they're not gonna help you.

What are you prepared to do for me?

Oh, I just remembered, what's on the rest of that film.

You've got a lot of explaining to do

when the woman in the sari comes back.

I'm pretty sure her religious beliefs

are not in line with the contents of my photos.

When I think about the boy in those photos

I wonder what he thinks of me.

I hope that Indian woman doesn't judge me,

I have a lot of respect for her culture.

I've read all of my Salman Rushdie.

I really can't express how mortified I am about this situation.

Fuck this, I'm going digital.