Teach Me to See Again

Fascinating how it is easier for me to tell you about

The clouds that explode silently outward, pushing their frozen whiteness into the expanse of light blue tinged by the dying sun

Than it is for me to see

The plum red haze creeping as one large mass towards

The zenith.

Goggles I wear filter words into my mouth

But my eyes

Hazy with a fountain of youth

Hot nights bare toes alone on this wooden porch clenched

Shots of soda and vodka red hair wet dirt

Mud. There I go again –

My hair drips pearls into my crotch and

I know you can teach me to see

Again, cant you?

I would wipe off this film with a semi-automatic and handcuffs

Or

You could teach me to see around it

A while ago you showed me how to look at you

Without words (pale skin sharp bones soft soft soft)

Now I feel you

Here- and there – smoky.

Show me again.