Two Eyes, One Contact
“I went to Texas to escape my life,” she said.
“Then I realized I needed to escape from
my escape, and I ended up back here again.”
We were sitting on a park bench facing nothing.
Well, facing something, but nothing worth looking at.
Which is just as well, because she had two eyes
but only one contact.
Every place is a magnet for somebody.
26 November 2012
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This poem is partly a composite of things people have said to me recently.