I took pictures of you at the party. When you gave me my new camera I don't think you expected to become my main subject.
Snap!
A shot of you about to knock on the door. You're biting your lip and cracking your knuckles.
Snap!
You're inside now, and you ran into an old friend from high school. Your cheeks are red and your smile is wide.
Snap!
A table full of food. You stand off to the left with a plate of cheese and crackers in your hand.
Snap!
You're leaning against a wall with a beer in your right hand. You gaze into the crowd eagerly, as if looking for someone.
Snap!
Sitting on a green and red plaid couch. You've removed your black leather jacket now, and your second beer is in your hand. You're biting your lip once again.
Snap!
A girl is sitting next to you on the couch. She's blonde and wearing a little black dress. She seems animated as she tells you a story. Your eyes are aimed down at her breasts.
Snap!
The girl has her hand on your shoulder. You look nervous, a contrast to her sangfroid attitude. She's one of those girls who has it all in the bag.
Snap!
Now her hand is on your leg. You've loosened up. Maybe it's the beer. You're on your fourth. The top button of your blue flannel shirt is undone, and you can't remember why.
Snap!
The girl is standing up now, extending a hand towards you. You remain on the couch, self-consciously raising your beer to your lips. You think you know why she's asking you to go upstairs. Your mind is on another girl--a redhead with a camera.
Snap!
She's leading you up the stairs by your sleeve. You're clutching your leather jacket with your right hand; the railing with your left. She's on the stairs in front of you and her butt is at eye level. You do not look. Your head is turned around, scanning the crowd.
Snap!
A door. This picture is just of a closed door. I know you and Blonde are behind it. I don't know what you two are doing. And I wonder if you're hoping I'm safe, because I'm hoping you're safe.
