Thursday, May 31, 2018

big lonely, the camera is small, but still There

on a pedestal inside its mouth
a microphone, a speaker, an eye. After

set it up on a shelf, tell me to look straight in
light my lanks with desire, blink and flash. A

head-to-toe view. I’m only used to seeing me,
standing awkwardly, wearing an average tight. The

background is blurred like evidence of flattery,
big lonely, the camera is small, but still there.

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