The Scale

my favorite picture

of my six-year-old
self and him

it is still in his office
in a ninety-nine cent frame

me and the guy I call Dad
step-father turned Dad
I still called him Franny that day

in tuxedoes
in a lobby bathroom
marble and gold

my hair still blonde
him still with his mustache

me standing straight, on
a doctor’s scale

I don’t know why
he is weighing me
I don’t remember
the moment itself

my parents wedding

but the only actual memory
sliding along the hardwood floor
of an unused upstairs
in my rented suit

nothing else comes
except in stories
and pictures

so I study the photo

memorize expressions
body language

and I remember that instead

two years later
I would ask to change
my name to his name

I remember

but what changed
to make me ask
is lost

the picture shows
I loved him already

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