Looking


by Vincent James Perrone


Someone said you would be here—by the lake on a cold April day.

No one said it. Maybe I said it. If I was looking, I’d wager

 

you’re ducked under the table in a very nice restaurant.

Finding the luxury of rebirth in a stranger’s eyes. Glancing out

 

the window of a moon-colored house, waving with hands stained

from picking raspberries. Life can be made small—hidden like fish

 

on a cold April day. I wake up some mornings and lose track of myself.

My luck is a snake plant surviving without light. That satellites

 

orbit my head like cartoon hearts. I’m held in space by the varying gravity

of our eyes. And now there’s nothing more to say about eyes. Instead

 

what I’m looking for is a way to say one thing that means another.

To translate a gesture. To make something so small I can lose it

 

without noticing. I’m looking, I say, my mouth full of rain.

I could find you anywhere and to think, I could be found.


Vincent James Perrone is a Detroit-based writer and musician. He is the author of “Starving Romantic” (11:11 Press, 2018), a contributor to “Collective Voices in the Expanding Field” (11:11 Press, 2020), and co-founder of the 51 W. Warren Writers Group. Recent work published and forthcoming from The Indianapolis Review, Ghost City Press, Levee Magazine, Prometheus Dreaming, and Corvus Review. His musical endeavors include the experimental-rock group Lacan, and indie collective Glynn Court. Say hi at vincentjamesperrone.com