Random (I)

Dear Dora

I’ve left earth
In search of better eyes
I’ve dripped too much drops
blurring tablets and milk,
carrots and smelly yeast
just so I can see another’s eyes
without squinting too hard.
I’ve made a list of ants,
a list of needles I plan to oppress,
I’ve promised to unfriend the clouds .
and grains of sand
that find a home here.
I’ve left earth
in search of a better view,

LARDO