Yet my driver’s license still doesn’t require corrective lenses (a poem)

Still trying to adequately describe my screwy vision—I’m near-sighted in one eye, and far-sighted in the other—in poem form. I’m not there yet, but this one gets a little closer… The blur feels askew like some great twist in my vision stretching my retinae in all the wrong places— or maybe just for the wrong [...]

Loss of vision (A poem)

I am a bit overdue to get my eyes checked… The frames have no glass they sit empty in the case not yet able to see Clarity is a future event coordinates unknown The eyes look through outdated lenses sometimes the outlines blur and objects lose their shape Every vision becomes an abstract open to [...]