Unwilling to See
BY RICHARD LEDUE
Too many years unblinking
in TV's glow. Eyes bloodshot,
unwilling to see
the faded wooden fence posts
I passed everyday, which told
how our lives can't be
straightened, repainted,
only lived until we stare at the ceiling
one last time, waiting
for an undertaker to fix us (as much
as anyone can).Own a bigger television
now, while my childhood home sold.
Windows replaced, so no one would think
ghosts haunted the room, where I killed
and re-killed toy soldiers,
rhymed “love” with “dove”
(thought it gave greater meaning
to kisses that tasted of yellowed teeth,
justified being together every minute
in those days that are always too short,
afraid of loneliness almost as much
as greying hair),
believing the pain of being
told “no” worse than watching
my feet move, pretending
every answer was “yes.”
Richard LeDue was born in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada, but currently lives in Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2019, and more work is forthcoming throughout 2020, including a chapbook from Kelsey Books.