When I take my glasses off
When I stay up too late
When I don't drink enough water
My vision becomes blurry

When I take out my contacts
When I pull an all-nighter
When I dehydrate myself
My writing makes more sense

When I squint
When I wipe the tears from my eyes
When I put the drops in
The world I see hasn't changed
All that's changed
Is what I see of the world


And yet
No matter how much I
Blur, sharpen, obscure, or improve my vision
My feelings remain unclear to me