By Christopher Keller
rays bend glass-caught straw
as she bends to her purse;
each iris darts a dimly-lit direction.
cone-colored thoughts, lingering
in rods, occipital interpretations;
a blink –
sensory memory
keeps curves in
Polaroid transgression
at a refraction of the cost.
trapped forever
in devouring focus, she
stirred something sinister –
irises dodged her inflection;
new eyes glide into sight.
Category: Poetry