You direct my eyes
to the yellow door of the bookshop.
Help me when I ask. Don’t just pull me to the side-
walk away from the
the street we’re on)
How am I supposed to read that?
I design literary magazines with size 10 font.
They say: Old people can’t read that.
I say: Great, I’m 80. Have been since preschool.
They say: Preserve the enjambment.
I say: Do you want people to read this?
There’s no money in
LARGE PRINT POETRY,
or nobody thinks about LARGE PRINT
when line breaks are involved.
Waiting for the light to change
I try out conscious
movement of the
eye and damn,
that car behind us looks like a
and my eyes burn
but only the normal amount.