The Camera's Shadow
I see a camera stuck
to my head's cast shadow.
Its photo-bombing
my selfie's inked silhouette!
I twist, step sideways,
swivel and turn,
but I can’t shake it loose from the frame.
The Sun’s intruding,
and colluding,
casting the blame.
The camera can't lie
about why I craved the photo.
Why the shutter
must scatter clutter into the scene,
shot from all angles.
To stall the clean getaway,
To spoil the alibi,
for snatching a snap-shot
from the scene
of the crime.
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