I sit or stand and try to pose, wipe the sweat off of my nose. The camera settles, to hold my frame, I freeze and try to do the same.
And just before the camera clicks, and before the bright light, it flicks, I wish that I could leave my body. Scamper over in a hurry,
look right through the camera lens, see the picture before he sends his finger down, and captures me forever with this technological wand.
I wish that I could do all this, perform some kind of magic trick, to make me look much more beautiful than I believe I do, to stop him from seeing right completely through to imperfect my soul.
Yes some kind of magical camera trick, because I don’t believe I’m very photogenic.