This is a full poem of Self-Portrait by Anne Harding Woodworth.
POEM:
At 14, I practiced
being sullen
in a photo booth
under West 33rd Street,
before catching the tube
to Hoboken.
You’d step in,
sit down, pull the curtain,
adjust the pedestal stool,
comb your hair,
center your face
at the →eye level← arrows,
and put your quarters in.
Four photos in a strip
ready in five minutes—
one face, four fledgling looks:
fear, pique, ignorance, smirk.
From The Eyes Have It, (Turning Point, 2018).
ABOUT ANNE:
Anne Harding Woodworth is the writer of six books of verse and four chapbooks. Her latest book is The Eyes Have It (Turning Point Books, 2018) Her fourth chapbook, The Last Gun- - in the voice of the keep going weapon on earth- - was distributed in April of 2016. A passage from it won the 2016 COG Poetry Award made a decision by A. Van Jordan. Harding Woodworth's verse, papers, and surveys are distributed in artistic diaries, in the U.S. what's more, abroad, in print and on line. Anne is co-seat of the Poetry Board at the Folger Shakespeare Library in Washington, D.C., where she and her better half live when they are not at their lodge in the mountains of Western North Carolina.
