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Out of Focus

Poet: John Tustin

She would wake up at my place in the morning

And she wouldn’t remember where she was right away

Or where she left her eyeglasses

So she’d squint hard;

Her eyebrows two great exclamation points,

Her hair marvelously askew

As she sat up in bed,

Trying to focus on the fuzzy out of focus ME beside her –

Seeing me but not as I am if in focus

Which is interesting

Because I never did see her in focus

Even though my eyes worked fine

If you got close up.

Now she wakes up every day without me

And knows just where she is

And on what flat surface her eyeglasses wait for her.

I wonder what else she sees now

And if the visual clarity has improved.

I don’t wonder what I ever saw in her,

I just wonder about all the things

I couldn’t see


All the things I wouldn’t.

John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals in the last dozen years. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.