the eyes looked down as he passed by
his unweildy body
crippled, he walks in lurching steps
a fair young man, a mother’s boy
he takes the seat beside me
amid the eyes
two twin pools of blue gazing at me
life leaping chained inside
we speak and he rambles of his life
I see inside
a puppy eagerness, fawning me with dreams
to love a girl, to be a writer
FAIR SAILING BLUE EYES in a twisted shell
amid the eyes
I take his trembling hand as he tells me of another dream
“when I sleep there is a forest in my dreams where I hunt myself and with these hands I rip off my head”
*This encounter is real, the words are real. I was a young woman in college when I met this disabled young man in the cafeteria and had this conversation. He changed my life. I dropped my literature degree and became a premed major with an eye toward medical school, that journey ultimately led me to nursing where I felt I could have more of an hands on impact with patients*
