when de uncola photographer instruct(s) me to smile

him also say
    Put your hands behind your back.   Now turn
    so that we can see your hands.   Lower
    your chin.   Back straight.   Smile!

& when i’m bout to ax
if i get a scooby-snac(k)      
afterwards                    
        i remember
        my hand(s) are still
        behin(d) my bac(k)

        so i fling dem forward
        & flip him lef(t) & right bird(s)

him yell      
      O. My. God.
    This is great. You’re a natural.

     & i laf
     when de light in front of me starts
     poppin           & den i laf dat i’m laffin

& him still yellin to god & declarate-in
my greatness           one mo gin
him say   
        Put your hands behind your back.    Wait.

         Where are you
        going?
                      as de blood dance(is)
                      wif de metal
                      attach(d) to de partial
                      cuttin my gum