Is a corner glimpse inside the Eye worth the word to speak about it? Is knowing as human…

Think it through. What you will
take, what you will leave behind.
No need to polemicize. The journey
was long, longer than you thought.
Now it’s over. There’s no going back.
No promises to keep. No needs to fulfill.
Only memory to will a clean slate
and regrow a girl from scratch. Start

1 when the eyes go bad it’s time to see the years thru unstitched mouths where once her…

When Mother began to die, tubes suckled her blue
veins against the blue sky, and dreams pumped images
of ocean and desert and her brother’s back
whipped by alcohol’s tyrant. Soon, she would be
a platform of fear shipped beyond welted skin
and staccato sobs in the night.