the Bulb

I.

i have black eyes.
even when they are white.

II.

i have never produced genius. i do not even know.
what genius.
is.

there are numbers to tell me: what is. and.
what is not.

like the numbers 7 and 3. or

the numbers 1, 5, and 0.

but i still get confused.

III.

maybe the garlic bulb is genius.

IV.

maybe the way i flee when i do not want.
to smell.

the tension.
the discord.
the unhappy home.

is the number 7 and
the number 3.

V.

so i will go back to.

chopping and.
pressing.

my garlic bulb.

maybe then i will have the scent of. a
genius.

to
swallow my
irises.

until my eyes turn always white.

even when
they are.

black.