My mind is an Omnimax.
The fly fishing instructor made me hold
a dollar between my elbow and my ribs.
Rainbow trout actually exist.
The photography instructor pins the prints together and squints.
The hole left makes the print a practice.
In the plastic carousel, stale vacations await.
Other carousels dizzy kids.
Satan sculpted all the sugar I ever ate into another me.
Closed my eyes to see him more clearly.
Fiskars makes my favorite scissors.
Everything I remember of Arizona fits in a Viewfinder.
I don’t remember Dad being there. He was.
Our ice cream melted nearly instantly.
Red thumbtacks I experienced intensely.
My experience of a popsicle is really
your experience of another popsicle.
My college photographs became me.
Photoshop stopped my glossy heart.
There isn’t anything like a stream.
The trick really is in the wrist.
Dad pulled the fishhook from my thumb.
My mind puts it back in.