i do not know my grandfather, who is a famous photographer
who works primarily in black and white.

although i know he is not
a large man, i think of him as one.

a large man
who cultivates mist, as if it could
be sold like cut flowers or an amphetamine –

both things i am told he liked
at different points

in his terrible famous
photographer life.

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