The Optic Nerve
On Lori's porch are desert ferns,
a bowl of golden clementines,
two broken urns, an overturned
terra cotta pot, a cot,
an overflowing litter box,
a fallen chime, assorted pairs
of winter boots and flip flops,
a cluster of shattered light bulbs,
some broken phones, a bread machine,
a rusty stove, some metal pipe,
a leaning stack of magazines,
a couple gutted box springs,
and just beyond the climbing vine,
the neighbors’ effing clothesline.
(first published in Unsplendid)
On Lori's porch are desert ferns,
a bowl of golden clementines,
two broken urns, an overturned
terra cotta pot, a cot,
an overflowing litter box,
a fallen chime, assorted pairs
of winter boots and flip flops,
a cluster of shattered light bulbs,
some broken phones, a bread machine,
a rusty stove, some metal pipe,
a leaning stack of magazines,
a couple gutted box springs,
and just beyond the climbing vine,
the neighbors’ effing clothesline.
(first published in Unsplendid)
