They lined them all up.
Vicious dogs that snapped
They had no teeth – just flashes.
Bright flashes that snapped a million miles an hour.
He was wearing his button-up.
And I watched as he smiled.
I saw her elegant lashes
And how the camera held her in its power.
Cameras snapping pictures –
Magazines splattered with exploitation.
Isn’t life more than color?
Isn’t it more than a fake smile?
Stop this charade.
Please, call the dogs off.
Because no flash can capture how a person is feeling.