Bookstore Poem #109. 109

Third Place Books, Lake Forest Park. 

Give me something
I can remember

Don’t file off the rough edges
and polish until
the reflection is blinding

I’ve looked directly at the sun
the blazing spots burn
for a minute or two
before yielding back
to the crimson brown
of closed eyelids
flat, formless

Sunlight feels warm
and soothing
on my face

but the basic construct
does not lend itself
to recall or sentiment

I need to see
who I’ve been talking to

(8 February 2018)