
Typewriter Series #2818 by Tyler Knott Gregson
It’s in the eyes and it always has been,
the creases at the corners,
like crows landed, time or two,
and my skin was snowfall,
or sand.
Flip on through the photographs
of who I was before you,
of all those stuck
with all those they shouldn’t be,
and look to the eyes.
You can fake a thing with a smile,
show teeth and hope for illusion,
but it’s in the eyes
and always has been.
Joy,
paints light behind all that
color.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on December 14, 2019 16:18