self portrait of Jason Santo, thumbs hung in denim jean pockets
Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lens
I stand easy, back straight, but shoulders sunk to hide an agitated nature. In my pocket is a hooked thumb, palm flat to baggy denim. It’s a casual facade, masking nerves and trepidation that I’ll drown in my own flood of words, mistakenly citing facts and spouting enough blustery opinion that the listener raises an eyebrow, pauses – as if chewing time – then lays down perfect domino sentences, locking together with every bit of logic my own lacked. And I stand lazy, a figure cut long from lithe stock, but with eyes that blaze indigo as if roots of gas flame, heavy steps betraying ease of manner, heavy heart sunk deep from sight.