autostereogram
strabismic since I can’t remember
world was the wood my eyes diverged
bicycles dinosaurs canyons faces
3D impressions pages forced eyes of a hawk
the school doc said drifting meanwhile I squirmed
trying all my canted lines my whole head whole body move
seeming slight accruing interest all the basics
turned to tics cues I’m missing lost my language
thought connected turning two and ten and way to way
lenses broken played too roughly staying home today
mutinously out of socket voided angles onto 30
in narcotic haze I paid for (like the one before)
new rooms circles people places
tricks of light from which I hid
book said it’s your eye that blinds
you pluck it out and so I did