New glasses. Reading. Left eye. Everything skewed. Normal they said. Hard to believe. Accustomed. In a week or so they said I’ll be. Clean and crisp. Words now easy to read. A bit off. For a few days things will seem. They said. Never adjusted, now they believe.
Empty bottles litter this tiny single room apartment. An old inexpensive ‘L’ shaped desk hugs the opposite corner from the entrance. The one window allows the sun to shine on the longest part of the desk and on an unfinished painting. When he was eighteen years old he
Long day at work. Seconds after stepping off the first bus the light changes and the Saturday night Hollywood hordes cross paths at this intersection where rarely an “excuse me” or a “sorry” is heard. On the other side at the underground entrance, a small group blazes. So