Circus, Budapest, 19 May 1920 Andre Kersetz
Peephole
I peeped on one leg
through the hole at the head
of my life
pressing my face to the knots
of future’s would,
as if to squeeze through an eye
and with it drag
a soul,
thinking my “I” a needle
and the fabric of the world something it could pierce
and then re-piece —
It would have been better,
I realized somewhat later,
simply to stand on two feet, forgo
the eyestrain.
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Poem of sorts inspired by Kerry O’ Connor’s photographic prompt (the photograph above) on RealToads.
I have two new children’s books out, which I should devote a whole post to–they are Melanie’s Twinkle and Good Light Room. They are both (I think) pretty cute and I am very proud of them. Check them out! Get one!
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