august 28, 2009

an observation (or) my bathroom is clean when i'm not wearing my glasses.

my glasses are optional, usually. it's helpful from time to time to wear them, say, if i'm watching a movie that has subtitles, or if i'm driving a car full of passengers whom i don't wish to kill. there is detail in everything with glasses, an observation which is immensely gratifying and minutes later reliably forgotten. the ability to read road signs while driving or to dependably tell my friends apart, it seems is a transitory preference.

in conclusion, a poem:

my face in the mirror
isn't wrinkled or drawn.
my house isn't dirty,
the dust is all gone
my garden looks lovely
and so does my lawn.
i think i will not
put my glasses back on.