It sat in front of me,
still and blueish.
Inconsistently colored,
smooth texture.
Hands like paper-thin, living leaves
of northern grass.
smooth texture.
Hands like paper-thin, living leaves
of northern grass.
The lenses were covered,
but lifted, there was a reflection –
I digress, reflect –
Reflection.
but lifted, there was a reflection –
I digress, reflect –
Reflection.
I wish I could wake this corpse,
so it would look at me.
My favorite thing about eyes
is that they double as mirrors.
so it would look at me.
My favorite thing about eyes
is that they double as mirrors.