Hi Christina,
Hey, this is really great!
I'm really starting to consider the need for "dark" poems these days.
And I really like the title! It makes the word "shop" and the idea of 
buying/selling intimacy/privacy and the consumer culture and the 
power/control we have over images of other people become sinister and 
threatening and challenging.
But I've got a question about the last stanza? "Why can't you?"
I guess poets are voyeurs, distorters of reality, obsessional, and takers of 
risks.
But by saying you can't I guess you're implying that you can...
Bob



>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub:  Photoshop (first draft)
>Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2004 06:15:39 EDT
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>                 Photoshop
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>                 Zooming in on the girl next door,
>                 I see head and shoulders and she's smiling
>                 until her mouth's white, grey and black pixels
>                 and her eyes an indecipherable mass.
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>                 Copy and paste her head on my own shoulders.
>                 She's in the gang in the end of term photo:
>                 the one before we threw our berets in a bin
>                 and smoked Bachelors on the bus home.
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>                 Paste, paste, paste: she's identical bridesmaids
>                 in wishy-washy satin, bride, groom, priest
>                 and all the guests and you wonder
>                 if the photographer has the same face and smile.
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>                 Clone and paste and she’s still smiling,
>                 curled naked at the end of the leash she‘s also holding.
>                 You can’t sharpen the blur of her penis
>                 in the interests of decency.
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>                 christina fletcher

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