#True Eye

by Zippora’s oldest daughter

Nuru’s wandering eye could see through walls skin, flesh and bones, neuron ends she deciphered synapses I lay on the cold tiles dripping wet In my sparkly pink, bathing suit young chest flat, one with the cement weight deep pressing me still Nuru’s eye ran but stopped, let him close the bathroom door, naked skin wet pressing against a still wet coldbody,

at night Nuru came to me pinched my flesh, “I know what you did, you bad little girl this is all your fault,” chest pressing tears out my eye tub, “It’s okay, you bad mannered shameful girl CONFESS! CONFESS! It’s all your fault, not his I know what I saw,”

Her power to see things lay in the chemicals she possessed, to develop reality, She was also older her eyes more truthful than some small girl’s swimming memory.

by Ayşe Zeynep Özbay