Kirby Light

The Wrong eyes


He called it

"The Devil beating his wife,"

I went to my mother
and asked her why he called it
that.

She said,

"It's an old southern thing."

"But that's how we get
rainbows," I said, "and
when the clouds open up
and the sun comes through
it lights up the falling rain.
it looks like gold is falling."

"It's just an old southern
way of saying the suns out
while it's raining. That's all,"
she says.

I looked out
the garage
door at the
rain and sun.

It seems like many
magic things
are dimmed
by the wrong kind of
eyes.

I don't think
it's like
the devil beating
his wife.
I think it's
more like when
your lover kisses
you and says she must
leave
but will be back.

And you, knowing that she will.


Kirby Light has been telling stories his whole life, but has only been writing for the last decade. He currently writes a monthly column called Pearls for Swine: Thoughts from a Mad Hermit for the magazine Subtopian and will have a collection of short stories and poems called Some Kind of Monster out by Subtopian Press in 2013. He lives just outside of Portland Oregon.
 

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