MAKING SENSE OF THINGS

        Smell    
   
A bad smell disappearing  
Does not mean  
The source is gone-  
I might have just  
Gotten used to it  
   
        Hearing  
   
I can be a Yogi  
I tell myself  
Even if it all seems overwhelming-  
Just look at how I’ve managed  
With that never-ending ringing  
   
        Sight  
   
I believe that    
Plastics are a mistake  
Yet without them I can’t see-  
Contact lenses are literally  
Evolution poking me in the eye  
   
        Taste  
   
“You have good taste,” I tell her  
Though I’ve never  
Bitten into her-  
The way I do with  
Strawberries  
   
        Touch  
   
The closest thing I’ve got  
To proof that this is not  
All a simulation-  
How your specific touch  
Makes me feel