Blinding

the feeling of displacement is/in light

it’s like the time your pupils get super

diluted from visiting the optometrist

when everything instead of saturating

( ( (washes out) ) )

when, as, you, step, out, hoping – the sun

has gone down, realize: the headlights

are, not, what, that, white, you must, quite, stare at,

can be just as blinding, turning cars

taking the corner around it at top speed

entering night is sanctum sanctorum

                                                                            to sleep, the dim quiet

of a theatre, hushed, before: curtains open, or

early for call, the back door lit backstage, red

with the exit, preparing for a performance, taking

off: that darkness, darkest before dawn? It is

wombness.