“I dream for an absentee and oft maligned device—the accident-maker, the soul-taker, my camera; its factory guaranteed third eye, without which I am duly dim and memory denied. No pictures for my contrived Arbus to declare, excepting some stitch of Sexton manages these sentences of despair.” DespairMemoryMental IllnessHospitalAccidentThird EyeCameraPicturesSextonPhotography PoetryArbus Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking