Taking photos with a phone


This mediated moment

is only a stick’s throw from the tracks of our own fleshly minds revisiting and looping back.

Mediation in the middle (Where’s it at? In the middle) is all that anything hangs its hat on.

a recorded resemblance, to echo back, to remind (mind again)

Tell me about it or sing a song that says it

make it indelible by pressing down harder

Take a picture with your phone

run it through a filter

Send it to me

Pretty sure that it holds the souls of all those glinting half-open eyes

deleted the moment after

but still whirring in an undercurrent of electrical memory

under the slush and smudge of in-between