Pushed away: Accanthus

It keeps its own perception slightly out of focus, declining to finish looking at anything that would require the household account to change. The blur was a group project: what was actually going on at home cost more to know than anyone there could pay, so not-knowing became the shared skill and the child picked it up fastest. What it asks for is one fact looked at squarely, without the rest of the account having to be revised in the same hour.

There's a version of what happened in my family, and I've never once checked it.

It echoes Dhritarashtra, the blind king who had the war narrated to him hour by hour and never once stopped his sons. The form implies a task: to notice that the blindness had assistance.