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Perfect Vision

samhain
all souls� day

time of
transition

between summer
and winter

he was
perfect

except for
the eyes

costumed
for the party

halloween
d�a de muertos

time of year
when

only thin veil
divides

living
from dead

he was
perfect

except for
the eyes

smooth cheeks
kissable lips

face colored like
marci gras

green pink
black gold

perfect

except for
the eyes

i could see
him

perfectly

by necessity
compelled

destined
to share

his view
of the world
�
try
as i might

unable to
visualize

the world
through his eyes

so

i gouged
them out

first with
scissors

too
imprecise

then
kitchen knife

still not
quite

finally
razor-sharp

carpet
blade

surprisingly
little blood

as
knife tip

nipped
fingertip

his eyes
now

in pieces
on the floor

(left socket slightly
larger than right)

no time
to correct

must cover-up
the flaw

blue
sunglasses

on
counter

inspire
solution

glue gun
plugged in

heated
to scalding

molten
lava

bonds glasses
to face

voila!
perfection!

his face
placed

over
mine

fit like
a glove

now
i see

autumn light
perfectly

through
his eyes