When the Right Eye Drinks Riesling
By Olivia Wachtel
The right eye threatens to squeeze itself behind a lid
and take the left eye with it.
The right eye wants to mutiny against the bedroom lamp
and fall back with the left to go to the temple.
The hollow just behind them is a
tailored hidey-hole, along with
the textured pockets in the ceiling spackle and
the numb cavity of each finger.
And the right eye says to the left, “I am rotting without her to take me to LA”
And the left eye responds, “You are speaking in tongues again.”
And the right eye says to the left, “I must go to LA and find the girl with a strawberry tongue.”
And the left eye replies, “You are too young to retire.”