I won’t end with Rage.
I love a man I know could go blind--
And not in twenty-five years,
And not in a slow fade,
But quickly the color of the world gone dark
In his jade eyes. One joy in it is
He can always remember my outline
by tracing it. I know I’ll be resentful one day
Leading him through the apartment,
“Here is that chair again. On your left,”
I’ll snap. I’m left with my rage at nothing.
But I won’t end there. I can see enough for us both.
(Mike Zimmerman is a writer of short stories and poetry, as well as a middle school Writing teacher in East Brooklyn. His previous work has been published in Cutbank, A & U Magazine, The Painted Bride, Wilde Magazine, Caravel, Aji, Arkana, 8 West Press, Steam Ticket, Typehouse Literary Magazine, and Zingara Poetry Review, and various anthologies. He is the 2015 recipient of the Oscar Wilde Award from Gival Press and a finalist for the Hewitt Award in 2016. In 2018, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize for his story “Doppelganger” in Two Cities Review. Mike lives in Brooklyn with his husband and their cat. Learn more @mazaffect.)
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