phone photos

you are officially
in the fifth grade once more.
your cell phone
has allowed you to regress
back to the boy
in you who pulled pig tails,
and counted freckles
on penny karr's face.
you used to call her nickel
truck, with your rapier
wit and quick
feet, at the age of twelve.
you take pictures now of
food, cones of stacked
scoops of
ice cream.
slices of cake.
pot roast and martinis
you are about to drink.
you take photos of
the Washington monument
and add captions such
as, thinking of you.
this phone has not made you
a fool, it came too late
for that,
but perhaps it confirms
that general notion
of what others think of you.