20 Ten Her Eyes On, His Eyes On

I wrote this after i'd had a bottle of strawberry hill, a kind of wine. This phrase must have mattered to me because i wrote it three separate times in the notap in 20 13. It's a small reminder now that memory is not so much a camera as a filter. The particulates it holds on to are nothing compared to what leaks through. Being the one thing in the galaxy god didn't have his eyes on gets a solid five stars. I spent a year of my life for those seven words. And when i went back with clear eyes, i found absolutely nothing. No heart, no wit, no joy.