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
mid-afternoon

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)