Sometimes I sleep
with my contacts on...
accidentally...
I can’t read the first letter
off of any eye exam sheet
“it’s all white”
“i can’t see it”
i cannot truly see through my eyes
as i cannot see much at all
the faces of my loved ones
my mother
my father
my sister
my lover
unless I put on two sticks
supporting themselves behinds my ears and hair that covers its contents
with two pieces of glass and it’s barrier
pressed against my nose
years go by
oh, my nose has a lump.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Sometimes I sleep
with my contacts on...
accidentally...
I can’t read the first letter
off of any eye exam sheet
“it’s all white”
“i can’t see it”
i cannot truly see through my eyes
as i cannot see much at all
the faces of my loved ones
my mother
my father
my sister
my lover
unless I put on two sticks
supporting themselves behinds my ears and hair that covers its contents
with two pieces of glass and it’s barrier
pressed against my nose
years go by
oh, my nose has a lump.
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...unless you’re legally blind
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