Featuring Nina Starfish
their tiny hands eager to work the magic of film--
or so Lonely Lucille, the girl who befriended photographs, believed.
Of course she did not think herself alone or lonely,
comforted by the presence of sparkling wings and silver wands
fluttering and waving somewhere behind the shutter.
the kind of mystical babble Lucille told herself she could never decipher,
not unless she committed herself to a life in their kingdom.
She did not fear the fairies or their realm, but preferred the earth she knew,
even if she did not understand other humans or enjoy their company
or had much to say to them at all—at least not anything substantial.
and couples' initials carved in birches and sunshine illuminating pitchers
of ice tea sitting on white wicker tables on front porches.
Lucille loved the way her camera weighed down in her palms.
Lucille loved the way her camera smelled when she drew it up to her face.
Lucille loved how her camera could be enchanted in an unenchanted world.