Memory 921,849: Tommy the blind guy
I never knew how he got our telephone number
Or how he shot a perfect game of pool
On an unlevelled table with crooked cues.
I saved him from walking into
A thorn bush once in 1998
After he bounced off a fence
And vomited on a Mexican’s lawn.
It was beautiful madness.
‘I think we are blind.
Blind people who can see,
but do not see.’