This poem goes out to all of the cameras I see in every grocery store and every building lobby. To those two luscious jugs that hang below the NYPD Security Boxes on every other street light on every major street.
the camera is my lover
it's clarity is my vision
it haunts my dreams
it holds me back
the camera needs me
my constant attention
it scorns my affection
but never looks away
but for all its sway
the camera doesn't know
my heart
my mind
the truth