Song of the 35mm Camera

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

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