Vision Asleep

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                Vision Asleep

There's that dame at Dollar General,
O and the one that works in the eye
department, little section, at the front of
a popular box department store,
she's a good one.
Sometimes wears glasses herself,
blonde, thin, young, pretty,
in skirt, heels, and lab coat.
A dream out of something postLovecraft.
An intern or university student in a movie.

University—what a word:
I have my eye on it.
The fishes swiggle out 
like sperm to an egg.
The doors are opening, businesses are reopening.
(Once I went up to her and another woman and asked where they
kept the batteries in the store, just to have had me on her
mind—that once.)
Where will they go?

I cannot say that I'm a monster,
my nose is just the right size
to see beyond—
: What was her name? Well, it
doesn't matter. A pretty face makes a name.
Two eyes, yeah, back to that . . .
There's nothing exceptionally wrong with me.
I came out of a fumy stew of stars
as any of us.
I can ask a question to a girl in a lab coat.

As anyone,
I walk the street in broad daylight.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look.

Makenzee; unnamed girl in the vision section at Walmart;
       Matilda, Amber and the tattooed girl at the store,
       and the blonde there with the nice bottom;
I want to tell you that I love you.—But I won't.
I wouldn't do that to you. Not yet.