Blindness
In that movie you profess to love, the villain’s tell
is the blood wept from his bad eye.
The trailhead, the bench outside the station, the concrete
slab above the lake, the other places you waited, unable.
The day before your Zoom divorce, you wrote down
‘Zoom divorce’ in your planner. Then erased it.
The sign leaning against the bowling alley’s open door
said virtual reality coming soon.
You surrounded the peephole with red sequined arrows
then scolded us for peering through.
We all see your vestigial teeth, your os trigonum, the one pupil
pinned like the wrong end of the telescope.
Really Bri it’s brave of you to share,
we would have never known by looking at you.
Source: Poetry (April 2025)