Blind fingers & toes, blind face
Arms, legs, torso—
Woman opposite
Sizing me up
Like something
In a market
Blind cabbage
& me thinking
How fair
She once
Must have been
A Victorian doll
Poems sticking from my pockets
Some about sea horses
Some about manners of love
Thank you for your poems, thank for what you see that so many of us don’t see. Thank you for being present.
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