blurred

you're sure you searched back
to the exact date that you fell

glamorized by few,
but the real reason is to
refresh the memory.

four steps in
and 29 feet to the bottom.

you laugh,
because maybe it's his beauty.

you're reminded
of not only parchment paper
and blue ink

but also
of roman skin,
whittled into
perfect half moons and
of mud

there never was a taste
but there doesn't have to be

the words,
the sights

yes, they were
enough

but now,
things are different

now,
there are cataract eyes and

a whole
different
story.