Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
He dropped the stoneinto the still poolgazedat the undulating reflectionpreferredover the smoothpresentationof flaws'tis the waternot I
Hey... nice. Thanks, Annie.
Note to self: see optometrist.
Oh, so you think science can save you?“see optometrist” — I like that; if you can see him, maybe you don’t need him.
... Here lies one whose face was writ in water...
Maybe I should "see my optometrist" because I "see" Medusa in reading glasses. Why you ask? Because of the snakes in her hair and a wart on her nose...sorry I haven't slept much latey }|
So, Cassie, water again.... That line seems familiar somehow. Maybe I should used it for an epitaph.Janice, if I were your optometrist, I would be scribbling in my notebook about now: “twenty-twenty and then some.”
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