I fed my heart but it fell from the nest…

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges


I did the proper thing, read poems

While its wings were growing—

Just another shattered cup now


When young

Living in cheap apartment

I heard the eyelids next door


You get used to it

Able bodied people

Thinking you’re a creep


I had a dream

About Jack Kerouac

Somewhere somewhere


Back then, 1959, he couldn’t distinguish between dreams and daylight.

Even in sleep there were shadows or the footprints of shadows,

Twin brother in heaven?


The gardener cherishes a black flower–

Sad napkin:

A Lepidopterist’s poem


I am in love with blindness,

Do you understand?

Even old horses delight in walking.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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