I stare into the lens of the old Canon,
my arm draped across his shoulder,
trying to keep him in place.
But he continues to contort his face:
Tongue out, eyes crossed, head cocked to one side.
Finally a smile,
his mismatched teeth glaring into the camera
that captures this brief tranquility.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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