Picture of My Cousin's Son

The brownnessI longed for as a child.The smoothness I long for now.Shoulders like my own, olderthan the child I was, the childhe is.

You will grow into them.They will serve you well.

Konami arcade machine gunmounted to the blue base he sits on.Head cocked toward the scope, armscross his narrow chest, whitewife beater, plastic chain.

Yankees fitted cap. Too bigit falls over his head, over his ears.

All our eyes.

Who is aiming the camera?Who is aiming the gun?