Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Fireblossom Friday: “The Distorted Lens”
Your task is to write from the point of view of someone who is seeing reality through a distorted lens.
Pairs, pairs, pairs–
single does not exist for me.
Films are too confusing
to watch. Each house is two,
the screen filled with multiple
images. If I look at a photograph
of me, I see two–like I am a clone
of myself. Driving is prohibited.
Card games? Never. My two pairs
are four pairs. Glasses are of no use
to me. They sharpen my double focus.
Imagine seeing a swarm of locusts?
Step into my shoes if you dare,
where everything is pair, pair, pair.