You could not live long enough to go blind, he said.
But what if I ate my weight kale, tilapia, ancient
Maca root, I said. Then, such habits might extend
Your living, but in turn would strengthen your sight
He said. There was a pause. We blinked in
Synchronicity, a team. Wait, he said, do you wish
To go blind? No, I said, it is only preferable
To deaf. Death, he said. No, I shouted, I’d rather
Be deaf than blind. He nodded like he heard
But I have my doubts. A light flickered overhead.
The plant in the corner of the room whistled.
Who said it is an either / or scenario, he said.
You have not met my ancestors, I said. Just then
The room turned granite, the faint music
From the lobby entered with a force nearly
Knocking me from my chair, into the abyss.