Funsaver Samantha Bravo Clarion editor in chief I was your Kodak camera,
Wrapped in a foil wrapper.
Disposable, easy to use,
Results in seconds with the flick of your wrist
And the press of my button.
You looked through my lens
And snapped up photographs.
Some with smiles; toothy, wide grins
Others, dark, sleepy intimate images
That would stay concealed, hidden.
You put me in your back pocket.
You placed me at the bottom of your dresser drawer
You brought me out for an hour, maybe less
And scanned your eyes across my prints.
But now, I’m away.
Tossed inside a recycle bin,
Hurdled among the Fuji’s and the Polaroids
And fellow Funsavers.
I was your Kodak camera,
Disposable and easy to use.