adjust for the parallax

1
a couple of inches above your head is where my eyes drill into every time you click me. if you look at all my photos, you will find me evading you. you may tilt the pic, adjust it for the parallax. it won’t matter.

2
from behind you, Charles Bragg looks at me from his Self Portrait with Models, paintbrush in his hand. in the easel behind him, Charles Bragg looks at me from Self Portrait with Models. to his left, faces—same, different.

3
the haberdashery of a gaze sometimes falls on disparate things. the haberdashery of a gaze sometimes falls on disparate things. the haberdashery of a gaze sometimes falls—every pic is a moment’s architecture.

4
what name will you grant me? where will you draw the line? & if you do, will you keep pulling it aside like how the slanting sun does to the windowpane it has scribbled on the wall? can i be that brown thing in your pics?