Silver Frames

I saw your grandmother in an old black and white photo it was in a silver frame, she was buck naked in a Buick, I thought: 'Hey you.’ I saw you on a `who's your baby-daddy' show you were in the audience; you had a pic of the killer Ernesto (Che) Guevara on your T, he looked like me and I said, ‘Hey you.’ Behind old photographs all our secret lives remain radioactive. At the funeral home I watch you enter the flames, saw silver frames melting and I thought: ‘Hey you.’