The framing of the shot; the small adjustments,
light and dark, the faux strike, the angle
and shape. Dinner, talk, dessert, a day.
Ontological mystery, still in the shot, off
center. “Raise your matchbox-holding hand
a little bit. Perfect.” “We can’t have this
thing smoking…” Today’s line caresses
the keys, “zoom in over the bloodspots”