by Kyle Kasinec
Load me up with a notion,
and when both our bodies brim
with tension, hold me up—
press me close against your skin.
Let light kiss my eye, let
light kindle my insides, let
light expose a freckled shoulder
deep within my skull. Find
a dark place—delicately
adjust my focus—hold it
steady—press my button,
flash—shutter, repetition. Wind
my dials, pull my levers;
unlatch me and behold
mechanical anatomy,
my prized, imprinted memory.
published in Kalliope 2013