i have cleaned the lenses
of my glasses
wiped until no dirt
no greasy fingerprint remains
and yet
after siding them back on
adjusting them so they are not skewed
sit neither too high nor too low
on the bridge of my nose
turned on the lights
but made sure the bulbs
were soft and warm
and never stared directly into the source
of the glow
and yet
nothing is clearer
or in focus
Tag: vision
inaction (20171027)
i close my eyes but the scene
doesn’t change
there is no hint of movement
no self-betrayal
as if the furniture tries to blend
in to the savannah and not be eaten
an invitation to not look
to not investigate
picture in picture (20171010)
i look at a photograph
a woman with short, curly hair
stands in front of a window
holding her phone up
as if she is taking a picture
i half close my eyes
aqueous images
parade across my vision
all specimens for inspection
under a microscope
one transforms into a jet
slides from right to left
top to bottom
it looks like she is taking a photo
while a plane descends erratically
behind her back
the crash inevitable
i take a mental picture of her
her hair is short and curly
the window in front of her
is closed
she is trapped between
a plane
and a plane
pressed between dimensions
her picture
is a picture of a window
that is closed
her hair is curly
it descends erratically
inevitably crashing
against the nape of her neck
she is a specimen for inspection
under a microscope
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