I'd pick them
One by one
From that mulberry tree

Hours on end
After school
I would forage and eat

The dinner
My mother cooked
Untouched at an empty seat

I knew it well
That sour taste
So familiar on my tongue

The street lights
Started to glow
So I made my way home

I walked in
My palms over my ears
To tune out the screams of everyone

In my room
I'd see the stains on my hands
And wonder what I had done

Self-Portrait & Poem by Randall Patrick

Camera: Mamiya 645
Film: Cinestill 800t