I like the
kind of people
      that get
  excited over
the stars at night.

    
                                                                                          Jon York    2019

Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?

One morning

I didn't wake up

And all of a sudden

The world fell in love with me

Others read me
better than I do
I can't remember
what parts of me are true-

I have become my own stranger
the image of my self- deceptive myth
which would never allow me to sever-
I end as a malformed fruit without taste nor pith.