watching my boyfriend in the camera
and seeing him simultaneously on the set
he is not the same person
he is not his image
the one on the set i see directly with my eyes – he is mine, the one i know and recognize
the one on the screen is him, but reorganized, set up, framed, projected, and staged to sound the way – the best way he can
and then on cnn he sounds another way, the way the journalist wants him to sound
what remains is a ruin or a remnant of the one i’m in love with
a replica, a souvenir
a piece of (the berlin wall)
but it is not but a fraction of my love on that screen
i want the one at home, the one on my couch, the with sounds, odors, colors, angles- senses
and yet all of that is also only the way i’ve framed my vision, isn’t it?
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