Camera says blinking is a blinding.
A micromoment of unsee.
Except for the eyelash flutter of prostitutes.
That’s like the fannings of harem ostrichfeathers.
Adding up all those micromoments in a lifetime
makes for a right comprehensive comprehensive.
A full month of unsee.
Unseptember.

Camera blames the blink muscles.
Says we don’t choose to aperture the world.
Shutterbugs with shutterbugeyes.
Paparazzi from womb to tomb, incubator to incinerator.

Sorrow tears add to the unsee.
Like little liquid contact lenses.
Lacrimal lenses.
Lookrimals.

Then, Camera sacrificing himself.
Offering to unsee for the universe.
Offering to unsee for all of Unseattle.
A strange business start-up.
Official blink photog on the Ave.
Stopping pedestrians for just a second.
Upraising a masonjarred lightning bug like
an old-fashioned flashlamp of magnesium powder.
Eyelids at the ready.
Say cheese.