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optometrical crises

you’ve got these filaments in your eyeballs

light bulb filaments,

flicker, spark

you’ve got this dark

spot you say

you’re afraid

it’s a cataract, but it’s just a shade

and I’m not afraid of ghosts,

I know how to stare back at them,

show them I’m alright, I swear

if you touch me, it won’t hurt

you, though my clumsiness does escape me

now and again, like when I hit your

eye socket or cheek unwittingly

in my sleep

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Dec 28, 2012
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