by Victoria Bell
What if we lost our baby eyes instead of teeth?
Maybe they would crystallize when we were 12
And we could watch the world become a kaleidoscope of emotion as objects lost their
permanence
And then—faded away.
Then we would live in darkness until a pair of eyes that knew Enough
Could grow and let us see the world
—Correctly.
What if we could hold our innocence in our hands?
Maybe we could trade eyes
And I could see the world like you did.
I could see flowers burst into existence with the anticipation of a child,
And feel how you used to push yourself
Under
In the pool
So, you faced the sky
And could see the raindrops falling—
Icy and perfect pieces of the sea visiting the public pool.