Look again. I was never photogenic, but anyone who saw the picture flashed on local news or buried in the second section of the paper would be disappointed with the likeness. This last joins the photos taken through the years of me, smiling, eyes closed, standing beside a series of irrelevant men. Now I only seem to blink at life. I cannot be held responsible for the failure of these photographs, for my lack of expression. Look again. It may be up to you to identify the body.