you have nice eyes says ron
eyes are strange organs she says
all that aqueous solution
last month ron sat on his deck
every afternoon
in suburban saskatoon
and watched his neighbour charlie
dig a four foot deep trench
around the house
once when charlie stopped
he saw ron watching him
have you checked your eaves
he shouted over the hedge
what are eaves asked ron
what if we didn't see the world
through these turgid balls of salty water
she asks herself while ron busies himself
under her dress
light molecules vibrate faithfully
over his shoulder
transferring the tv
the shrubbery outside the window
into her
eyes are a buffer zone she decides
shifting her hips slightly
as important as the distance
from here to saskatoon
without these buffer zones she thinks
the world would burn indelible
images on our retinas
everything we see would remain before our eyes
even when we turn away
she pictures that blurr
shuts her eyes throws back her head and moans
she calculates how soon you would go blind
breathing hard and fast she thanks her lucky stars
for distance
for buffer zones
for the way a woman can stay clean
not touching her life
even as it pins her down