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