it seems to me
that my left eye
sheds sad tears
and my right
happy ones
though both support
each other if either
asks for help
and as I get older
one has started
to leak
unfortunately it’s not the
simple plumbing problem
I’d hoped for
I love the stories a good fire tells the animated exaggerated far-fetched spoken with wide tongues of flame pops and snaps for side effects and some smoky dialog thrown into the face the eyes turn
I paint the bitter coating over my keratin carefully on the vulnerable spots in sunlight the tips of my fingers like the barrels of ten polished guns thin protection I realize against an enemy that
with virtues beyond words and forgiveness guaranteed more intimate than breath unfailingly loving and loyal How do you spell your best friend’s name? G O D or D O G