WHEN EYES WERE TERRIFYING
To see, I disregard
the ever present bridge
of my nose, or it drives me
to mental vertigo and
permanent cross-eyedness
If I unfocus, let still, hairs,
or maybe creatures, float into view
jelly monsters in a fuzzy picture
Vision’s a recurring thought,
a whim of ticklish accounting in
my slippery mental mudslide
Were I to amputate and dissect my eye,
would it be some onion yellow
roughage layer rubber ribbage,
isolate pages from the knife?
My horror is gone
with the daily application
of drops and lenses
But I remember when
eyes
were terrifying.
Lady K
