shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lori Powell

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My eye would like to see
itself but can't.
My nose turns humble,
head and mind slant,
strain to fit
the jigsaw bits to a frame.
Up close my eye
doesn't resemble an eye,
but a fuzzy puzzle,
the thousand piece kind
I was never able
to assemble.
The landscape drifts:
just as I find
what looks like sky,
it shifts.