Oh, camera-phone … reductio ad absurdum.
Summer is rolling by like one impossibly continuous wheelie-pop.

Oh, camera-phone:

what a peculiar twist you are in the flood of increasing novelty. Young women once suffering with uncertainty now snap self portraits to check out their masks and feathers. What comfort you bring.

Txt mssngr:- what a self-assuring link to the surface you provide, so instantaneous, so discrete – delete.

Taking the boardwalk along the lake quite recently I heard a little one pipe up; “Daddy!- give me the phone!
Quick! I need to take a picture!”

Oh camera-phone, tiny perfect agent of national security, you locate me, bifurcate me. Surveillance artist -
I’ve got you under my skin.