I came from somewhere
but my somewhere is different
than your somewhere
He said your eyes only captures
10 frames per second. Your mind
just fills in the rest.
All of the obvious details
But the in between times—
What if we miss the color or a very simple clue?
Something that would have made every second
predictable like a math equation that no one wants to
slow down and
It’s all so simple, the images all just stand for something
else– years added up to one image to make
That car you just happen to be sitting in
the cigarette that you just happen to be smoking.
Every second that you look down it gets closer and
closer to the filter
And it’s only a matter of time before
you just throw it out the window.
(Or put it in an ashtray.)
((But probably just throw it out the window.))
too much to see,
a rounded earth
only see right in front of you.
So we write in the moments in between,
and we capture them like pictures, like
our seats back,
watching or reading
to see all of the colors
all of the