Blind (Version 7.0)

Blind
By Daniel Polter, 20.

“I’m here about the spare female- Oh, no one told you?
There was a fire, broke into one of the houses, just down the street.
Government likes to blame the wiring, but I don’t
Think it’s something so innocent, nothing’s ever that easy.
It’s probably just a spare female couplet in the stud bay-
Yeah, that can cause a house to go up in flames.
I’m supposed to inspect all the houses on your block…
No Sir, the government is footing the bill for this one.
I agree, it’s nice that
Someone is finally paying for their own mistakes.

It should only take a few hours,
Should I come by later, or is now
A good time?”

I saved your bedroom for last, Sweetheart.
The pink curtains on your window gave you
Away. I lied through my teeth that whoever lives in this room
Looks well-loved. Your mother began to tell me
What she thinks defines you, and I took the chance to look around.

She seemed blind to the handcuffs stashed under your pillow,
“Good grades,” she said.
And to the slit, dripping wrists of the drawn angel on your wall.
“Athletic scholarship,” she said.
She didn’t notice the carved prayers in your closet like I did.
“Public service award,” she said, and left me to work.
She doesn’t even see, but I think I know why
Your drawings are taped to the wall with duct tape.

I saw everything.
I even saw that when you write, your ‘i’s are dotted with teardrops.
I wonder if it is loneliness that makes even your writing cry.