It’s his way of courting—to show up with bits from the past he thinks may impress, but what I find more compelling than his photographs of a young woman in various poses—shy, seductive, fierce, indifferent—are his hands, their prominent veins, ragged cuticles and callused fingertips, the way they linger just above her breasts, as if remembering.

an old love
her nakedness reduced
to planes and shadow

Bio: Harriot West