Blink
By Kate Knab
It takes one third of a second
for the human eye to blink, open and close.
But imagine the eternity that follows
each night when they forget to open,
a blindness solved only by morning light.
What happens in that darkness is
impossible to explain.
I’m the only witness.
A cosmic location joke,
but I didn’t know it at the time.
At the time there were only his hands
following the curve of my spine,
becoming familiar with each ridge and notch and bump.
A map made of vertebrae
that could explain why
all the dogs barked the wrong name and
all the birds sounded sweeter,
beaks crusted in sugar while they watched from the trees.
What I wouldn’t give to know what they ate.
About the Author
Kate Knab is a sophomore English major with a concentration in Creative Writing. She enjoys reading books with real pages and has big plans for becoming Queen of the North. So far, she has been to more countries than states, but still can’t figure out how to work public transportation. If this writing thing doesn’t pan out, she’ll end up busking in the streets of Venice with her kazoo.