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Memory 921,849: Tommy the blind guy


I never knew how he got our telephone number

Or how he shot a perfect game of pool

On an unlevelled table with crooked cues.

I saved him from walking into

A thorn bush once in 1998

After he bounced off a fence

And vomited on a Mexican’s lawn.


It was beautiful madness.


     ‘I think we are blind.

     Blind people who can see,

     but do not see.’

     —José Saramago

Published online March 11 2007.

Poets Who Swing Both Ways cover image

This piece was published in ‘Poets Who Swing Both Ways,’ the Spring 2007 issue of CV2.

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