Every selfie you take…
say “cheese”
a slow-motion burial
of obsession
with the way
the light
hits
the glass
while the gums
recede
the shutter
clicks
like a bone
snapping
into place
a little jack flash
caught in the pupil
of a wide-eyed
ghost
pretending
that the image
is the thing
it is…
just me
A scary, well written poem. Brings me Shutter movie spooks.
Thank you. M.E.