17 June 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 2
Parted Blinds
School buses. Second-story turrets. Sunglassed joggers. Tourists.
My lover / biographer. The congregation.
* * *
Somehow, my organs are ordered and operating. But I always carry this
briefcase in my right hand.
* * *
I park in the threshold. The garage door comes down halfway. The
sensor as God. Thwarted.
* * *
In dreams: the eyeless. No one minds. As if the concrete itself
will lead them home.
About the author:
Jason Fraley works at an investment firm in West Virginia and is pursing his MBA. His wife and cat see him occasionally. He has appeared or is forthcoming in Forklift Ohio, Redactions, DIAGRAM, Pebble Lake Review, Caketrain, No Tell Motel, and elsewhere.
For further reading:
Browse the contents of 42opus Vol. 7, No. 2, where "Parted Blinds" ran on June 17, 2007. List other work with these same labels: poetry.
