As If the Eyes Were Really There to Express Rather Than Just to Suggest, or Dare I Say it, be Delicious, Probably

by Shaina

The goal is to always come light out of body as in 3D or shadow, and that’s what I do, layer in, layer layer layer out out out: face-head up, eyes forward, as focus appears to pervade for about five minutes, but it’s more of a seeming focus, or an imitation of it, like when Bobby said how to put the peppers on the pizza.  Like You Had a Thought.  As if I had never had one.  As if…As if I had had a thought or you had or as if I had had a thought behind wide pupil-ed eyeballs…as if the eyes were really there to express rather than just to suggest or, dare I say it, be delicious, probably.  And that’s it, the dullness of exiting, how it feels nice, how it’s much like a bell, newfound voice, here’s my sound, and then the dumbness of clockwork and the doing.  Or less clock-ish and more mooring, like a wave had come, and I had bobbed, and you had listened but just fallen asleep to it, or I had, and all the while with the eyes, being like under the mooring bell, being lobster, being like dark eyes just black, all pupil, looking like I was prepared to exit the lobster trap but the reality was preparing to red in the pot, maybe just one more drink of the sea and tomorrow toll, swaying in the trap, as I do, thinking how at least I’d go with potatoes.  Potatoes, butter, and maybe one would forget a bib and wear me, my tomalley all over the shirt, chin hair, where the short meets the knee, ha//////////