he died, i found the polaroid
camera
under the bed
and a box
of photos
from the sixties
and seventies.
women
he had known modeling
underwear
and less
not unlike Bettie Page
would do.
but they
were mild, tasteful
photographs,
not crude. almost loving
in how he
staged the light,
set the mood.
he missed his calling.
thankfully my mother
was
not in the box.
whew.
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