Wet Chemistry Photo Booth

Four odd intervals

To look foolish

Throwing our fists up in the air

Crossing our eyes

Striking poses

One of them 

The obligatory

‘Kiss’

Blinded four times

By a proper flash

Impatient

Choosing NOT

To wait the four minutes

For the black and white process

Instead 

Sticking our hands

Up

Into the guts

Of the machine

To grab 

The 1-1/2” x 8” strip

Still sticky and wet

Getting hit

By the smell of sulpher

While blowing the future memories dry

Behind the heavy red curtain