By: April Salzano
Latent Farsightedness, a hidden
prescription you have compensated for
all of your life, the eye doctor said.
My pupils swallowed his face
and most of the light in the room,
dilated in ocular contraction.
In other words, I cannot see
what is right in front of me,
which explains a great deal
of my history with men.
[April Salzano teaches college writing in Pennsylvania where she lives with her husband and two sons. She recently finished her first collection of poetry, for which she is seeking a publisher and is working on a memoir on raising a child with autism. Her work has appeared in journals such as Poetry Salzburg, Convergence, Ascent Aspirations, The Camel Saloon, Centrifugal Eye, Deadsnakes, Montucky Review, Visceral Uterus, Salome, Poetry Quarterly, Writing Tomorrow and Rattle. The author also serves as co-editor at Kind of a Hurricane Press. ]