• Mom's poor eyes were stolen by television.
    Through her glasses it glues them
    to the glassy screen as if to draw her
    into another world, if not the one outside the house.

    Another discussion continues yesterday's subject.
    Same thing, but those hypnotized eyes catch something different.
    It's a game of spot the difference
    taking place during real time.

    The event becomes an invisible gray cloud
    hovering above the player. Their rainy day
    drenches them in knowledge.
    Another person kidnapped. Something blew up.
    Ignorance and refuge in the sun is bliss.
    You can't ignore the change of seasons.

    Because once it's pouring, you thirst for more.
    The game continues. Why would I know?
    Through contact lenses and with my mom,
    the TV kidnaps my eyes.

    They are dissatisfied again.
    Let's talk about what won't happen to change the world.
    Today's weather is partially cloudy.
    Chances of a storm at fifty percent.