Squinting at the Hobgoblin
by Susan Taylor
I was drinking
what else
but the goblin’s
brown brew
it made
of course
no difference
to my eyesight
problem
though one eye
was probably
shifting
more relentlessly
than usual
out of the ordinary
line of fire
but you knew
whereabouts
I was looking
was you
so be good
enough to act
natural
when I’m looking
like that
and you know
you’re the one
I am asking
a question
while apparently
directing it
at that
hobgoblin
poster
on the wall
behind you
