My eyes are becoming black disks, he says.

ALIEN ABDUCTION BY TERESA SUTTON 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 40

Into a box marked for me, he tucks pages

of alien skies. Scrawled in strange characters

in his hand on napkins and grocery bags,

the pages are an indecipherable manuscript,

his magnum opus, a concerto of poor eyesight

woven into the fabric of an abduction memory.

My eyes are becoming black …

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