Tiberius

When I could see again,
the man was asleep
and the History Channel was on.
The woman on the TV told me
about a young boy
in the American south
who started to bleed from his eyes.
All I want is for the man and his arm
to take the dog and get it out of the bedroom
because it is making my eyes sting.
I can’t find anyone
who can understand what I feel
but he understands how I feel, right?
I suppose he has to, otherwise
he would not lie in bed with me,
his arm wrapped around mine.
Because it will always
find me.
Even when I shut my eyes,
because then I just think of the blindfold.
The boy on the TV
was supposed to have been a vampire,
and I hope next
there will be a program on
the Romans.
He is snoring again.

Scott Beckett is currently majoring in History and minoring in Creative Writing. His previous publications include The Rusty Toque (Issue 1) and Occasus (Issue 2). He is the 2013-14 the Student-Writer-in-Residence at Western University.