think vomit
think tongue protuding, head back, straight up
gagging at the thought;
think nausea and fear,
charybdian churn in the basement
floor of existence.
think oxblood cheeks, sneaker squeak
with the quick turn towards the bathroom;
think unfathomableness
 
 
I capture things with glass
and sensation,
moments, ephemera, delta,
and have for quite some time–
from the beginning I obsessed
over apple-crisp pixels, limits of resolution
and the placement of focus, to this day
agonizing over each and every alteration, and,
once done, never pleased,
critical eye scrying just overhead, 
listing every misfocused millimeter, unable
to think
I could ever be seen
as quality