Part I:
Their arm is outstretched
not at all tentatively.
Purposefully,
their frame shifts to your eyes
and
lingers.
That’s how
they looked at your,
owl-wide eyes
it was like you were iridescent, through those years,
like your eyes were pinned
painfully
open. Glimpsed in everyone’s peripheral,
the glare affronting
but you
couldn’t say it hurt you
you didn’t know why
when you closed your eyes you
dissipated into every orifice.
You didn’t want too
disappear,
but doesn’t everyone think that would fix it?
