the old photo

he doesn't know who
I am
anymore, she says of her
father.
he sits
dirty, in front
of the television
and smokes.
he eats nothing but
donuts.
makes no
eye contact or
conversation.
the bones show in his
shoulders.
she shows me his photo
from decades ago.
standing near
a pool
at a country club.
his family around him.
the buttons
of his double breasted
suit shining
in the light.
his hair is blonde
partly neatly to
one side. he is the great
Gatsby.
no more.