One-Eyed Man

I have a theory; the female
is invented. Like strings or
particles, the body quantum,

the curve of a hip, the white
nest of skin, the animal eyes

grown accustomed to night
like the surface of moon.

Understand, men are cumbersome,
gravity, a heavy hand, dark rapid
heartbeats followed by apnea;

selective creature, a form
of death. One-eyed man,

he holds her anonymous face
as if he loved her.


RachelW said...


I need to think about this one for a while.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes, me too.