“If your eyes are sound, your whole body will be filled with light.”
— Dept. of Speculation, by Jenny Offill
But my eyes are not sound. Filmy, vaseline-smeared lenses that do not focus no matter how I tilt the page or squint into the light.
This garden gnome is sinking as the page is dimming. Squat, sturdy body folds awkwardly as its low centre of gravity pulls away from the one foot still in this world.