Parallax
Jennifer VanBuren

Nana had Jesus eyes
hanging on her living room wall.
They followed us
everywhere.

Not sure, but maybe
even into the kitchen.

We felt the creepy stare 
through papered plaster walls 
as our chubby hands lifted the wooden lid 

slowly
 
as to not make a sound.

Everyone knew 
it was too close to dinner for cookies,
but he never seemed to mind.