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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.’

     —José Saramago