photography at 100 bpm
my heart beats
120 bpm as i sit
head tilted slightly right
then slightly left
with back straight and hands folded and ankles crossed
i flinch every time the flash goes off and the photographer tells me to not look so scared
my heart beats
90 bpm as i lie
breathless
careless
with eyes squinted and hands clasped over my mouth
i'm laughing so hard that i don't hear the sound of the shutter
my heart beats
110 bpm as i leap
at the count of three,
arms and legs flushed with sunburn, stretched as far as possible,
(farther than everyone else)
but in that moment, i'm in flight
and i don't worry about the camera
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