Parisian Photo Booth
by Mary Shanley
In the metro station,
she was playing a saw
like it was a cello. She
used a wire hanger as
a bow. It sounded like
a Theremin.
The photo booth was
just feet away. Lisa and I
crammed into the single
space and popped Euros
into the machine and began
mugging for the camera, all the
while accompanied by the
other-worldly, weird and wonderful
sounds being produced by the
spacy musician wearing a black
leather jumpsuit. She owned
the local airwaves and captivated
the crowd surrounding her.
A slice of Parisian magic,
everyone tossed money into
her black fedora.
Blaze Vox Literary Journal, 2019
Fast Talk and Glowing Air, 2022
https://adelaidemagazine.org/2019/01/19/parisian-photo-booth-by-mary-shanley/