BY LISA GRGAS
AURA
My right eye didn’t start out evil.
It became so over time,
An algorithmic progression:
Supernatural gold.
Doomed glow.
Once I’d have wondered before I killed him.
Where did he come from?
On what long march?
Not since
The kick-the-dog moment when
Even the sclera reddened.
Lisa Grgas is a poet based in Portland, OR. Her work has recently appeared in The Literary Review, Fractal Magazine, and elsewhere.