left eye can look
left only if it doesn’t move,
periphery is peripheral…
Author: A. Violet
What did folks do before almanacs
and forecasts,
did they have stretches of gray
days where they just said…
Yes, fields stretch
out from me,
snow patches
the yard and sun
takes up space
that isn’t otherwise
occupied…
do well in school,
get a decent job,
pay your bills,
make friends…
I soak in sun,
scheduled
for 15 minutes,
an hour…
head above water,
until it slides
beneath choppy waves…
He slides out of the recliner,
shakes his ears as he bee-lines
for the couch where my mother
is about to sit down…
Wouldn’t it be great
if erasers were a real thing?
Erm, Joe, pretty sure
they’re already a real thing….
My legs aren’t real,
you can’t convince
me they are, jelly
doesn’t flow in veins…
I’m thinking about your face,
and no matter how hard I try…
