{"sf1_id":1156099,"sf2_id":"YnLdk4xn","title":"One Dot Below the I (#2)","author":"Glycanthrope","words":157,"posted_at":"2017-03-08T21:48:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Experimental","Free-Form","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1156099-one-dot-below-the-i-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLdk4xn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/72/c5/72c5c6ad-239b-481e-a4fe-428105bc4258","description":"#6 of Poetry\n\nThree more poems","content":"AND HERE'S AN OLD MAN WEARING SUNGLASSES\n\nAND A GIRL IN A PLASTIC RAINCOAT WITH A HOOD\n\nHERE IS THE MAN WITH THE SUNGLASSES NOW WITH HIS CANE\n\nAND THE GIRL IN THE RAINCOAT, NOW FADING\n\nAND HERE'S YOUR OLD FATHER BENEATH THE TREES\n\nAND YOUR LOVER'S FACE WASHED AWAY BY THE RAIN\n\nI FEEL\n\n- YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE. DON'T YOU?\n\nI HAVE MY MEMORIES, MY FILM, MY IMAGES, MY MONITOR\n\nBUT WHERE DID HOME, WARMTH AND MY LUNGS GO, MOTHER?\n\nMY STRENGH HAS LEFT ME SO HOLD MY HAND\n\nI DON'T FEEL AT HOME IN THIS MOMENT, NOT AT ALL\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTHROUGH THE OBSERVED THE EYES DISAPPEAR : EIGHT\n\nPOEMS PUSH INTO AN IRIS THAT NOTHING OBSERVES\n\nTHE PAST PRODUCES EYES BUT TOO LATE, DAMMIT\n\nMUCH TOO LATE: THE VISION NOBODY HAS\n\n1)STUDIES HIS PUPILS IN THE WRITTEN\n\n2)STUDIES THE WRITING ON HIS PUPILS\n\n3)SETS BY WRITING AN EXAMPLE AND\n\n4)EXPRESSES HIMSELF BY COINCIDENCE\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1154497-one-dot-below-the-i.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1157811-one-dot-below-the-i-3.json"}}