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when I made my movie,—

well, acted in someone else's movie,

I was told by the cameraman

that he thought I was photogenic.

I’m twenty something and readying myself

for art school with the thought of possibly

becoming an advertising designer.

I didn’t want to design advertising necessarily,

but the only thing I knew about making art

was what I drew at the kitchen table at home.

but my point is I didn’t know anything

beyond the world that was laid-out for me

and the things that I took from that world

and maybe, hopefully, the things I put into it.

suddenly I’m photogenic.

In the movie I’m younger than I am; a skinny

sad-sack of a kid raised by a loving family, which was true;—

a naive, and good-natured kid in the movie, like I was

in life, I think,— and a kid floating around undefined,

the way I operated in the reality of my daily world.

world. house. park. schoolyard. 

the active playground, the stuff under the porch,
the rusting junkyard. my glove. my bike.
my living corridor.

all of this I'll take to the movie.

this isn't where I meet myself.

this is the stop which drops me off

to the slow expansion;
the lackadaisical maintenance. the diligence
in returning  

pulling the filling rolling team along;
the one rolled-out for me.

the one prepared which is made to be filled.

                                                    Fall River