A Visit to Buñuel’s Opthalmologist by Louisa Howerow

Poem title: A Visit to Buñuel’s Ophthalmologist Poet name: Louisa Howerow Poem: I press my forehead into the steel band, peer ahead. The doctor finds my name lovely. A mistake at birth, I say, will her to be still. My palms itch, anticipating where silence might lead her – to slice an eye and leave me pivoting blind down alleys filled with the smell of rotting grand pianos that have resisted tangos. I lift my arms, one in a plea for forgiveness, the other in benediction. Blessed are those who are buried in sand, who have no way of knowing. I, too, once appeared to be happy; it all started with a lovely name. End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Louisa Howerow Previously published in Rhino (2012). Louisa Howerow’s poems have appeared in a number of anthologies, among them: Gush: Menstrual Manifestos for Our Times (Frontenac House), Another Dysfunctional Cancer Poem Anthology (Mansfield Press) and Tending the Fire (League of Canadian Poets.) Her poem, “Why Scrabble,” was selected for Poem in Your Pocket, 2020.