An Audible Anthology Poetry Pages Learn to be grateful for armchairs, where you fit like a nut in its shell. Between the eye and its sighted object a chronicle of personality takes place. All you need to know about me is I love the piled-on rectangles of a room, a window admitting the hill's diagonal, birches' white strokes on a green band.
Nearsighted eyes arrange the page at a slant, which the heart interprets as stairs.
Jessica Hornik is a poet whose work has appeared in Poetry, The Yale Review, and The New Republic. All rights reserved.