THE DISTANCE IS SO LONG

9:15 pm, 1/26/20

The distance is so long.

Too far to sing,

Too wide to jump.

The distance is so long. 

 

“Maybe it’s only a mirage,”

[He said]

“But don’t you see?

McGee?”

[She cried]

“That’s all I ever want.”

 

I dreamt he fed me matzah balls

On my mother’s front porch in 

June. 

 

I don’t know what a matzah ball is

But I’ll take

His

Any day.

 

I dreamt he bought us a bus

And asked me to install the 

Horn.

Instead, I painted it 

Purple.

Surprise!

Together, we were 

Reborn. 

 

I dreamt he carefully took my eyeballs

Out of my face

Into his palms

And stuck them inside his own head

So he could see all I had seen 

All the mountain junkies and 

Scrambled eggs

And even himself

From the inside out.

That juicy rear-view mirror stuff

That only comes from

The other.

 

I mean think about it.

You’ve never actually seen 

Your own face.

Somehow 

That

Is justice.

 

I waited on the couch 

Blind as a bat,

Fit as a fiddle,

Holes in my face,

Smiling so big it hurt.

“I’ll never have to say another word,”

I thought.

He’ll just….

Know.

 

I wish I could have watched him 

Trying on my eyes.

I wish I could have seen my 

Life flash before

My own eyes

(I guess they were still mine?)

But it’s really a 

Private matter

A solo gig

 

So I just sat there

On the couch

Blind as a bat,

Fit as a fiddle,

Holes in my face.

 

They say your listening gets better when you lose your sight

And I gotta say

On account a’ it happenin’ to me

The rumors are true.

 

Cold air through the glass.

He sighs,

I blink.

Bumblebee landing on a

Backyard daffodil. 

He laughs.

I beam.

Daddy laughing at an old

Crow.

Ancient high fives.

Sing me to sleep.

 

I hear it.

I hear the call.

I hear it all.

So loud

So incredibly loud

The sound of him seeing me

The volume of the sweet sweet

Sugar in my toes

Or was it sand

Whatever it was 

It was exfoliating my dead skin

Fear away

And finally, finally after all these years,

I cry out! 

“Baby, baby what do you think of it all?”

 

……………

 

“Baby, baby what do you make of it all?”

……………

 

Baby? Baby? Baby?

And that’s when I heard it all at once.

 

He was gone.

Stolen my eyes and all.

Burglar with a booby trap.

He was gone. 

 

So I just sat there.

On the couch,

Blind as a bat,

Fit as a fiddle,

Holes in my face.

 

Waiting for my turn to see again.

Waiting for someone to play along.

But oh, my baby baby.

The distance is so long. 

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