Astigmatic
From the bottom
of the catwalk
to the top
of a freight
isn’t a great
distance. A camera
will be there
keeping you safe.
We will talk
until the moment
comes for me
to leave you
alone in front
of the lens.
I will wait
outside the frame.
We can show
the great grace,
the calm air
emanating from you
even as you
arc and blur.
We can show
what you’ve learned
from watching our
young, the bounce
of their limbs
and wet, assessing
eyes. Their sharp
periphery, the unformed
flicker that crosses
their brow before
they fall asleep,
pupils open still
behind the lid.
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