Aunt History Carves a Crutch
When you’re disabled “those” others
Think they can see right through you
Your watery eyes, thin bones…
They don’t think this
Of mushrooms
Or coconuts
Or kitschy carved
Pinocchios
And of course
To a large extent
They’re not thinking at all
They’re just seeing
The aleatoric dumbbell clots
Of fussy prejudice
And you, you trembling one,
You got in their way
As they were seeing themselves
But don’t call “them”
Narcissists
For like nothing else in nature
They’re afraid of death
And again, you
You simply got in their way…
Thoughts while home alone
Knife on wood…
Planet of the Blind 