last gig bought momma a new camera. nudity would have paid for photography lessons.

renting fur in hopes i’ll osmotically channel a little diane arbus, minus the razor blades. remember, red scares me.

fingers crossed lens cap is really just gratuitous baby’s breath. whereabouts already unknown.

we’re still courting, camera and i. not even a little foreplay. snap. no love or lust. i will assume responsibility for this unfulfilling relationship. tis what i do. seize the blame!! i swagger in my ability to fall short. let me call my foul first and loudest; lest you call it afore. hey passive! it’s me aggressive, can you hang out?

i digress. camera. i’m calling her alice. the courtship continues, but we’re keeping it in a familial kingdom.