See

Posted on April 19, 2017

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When I was born

you gave me glasses

with which to see the world

and though the glass in them

was cracked and smudged

I made do

In due time my eyes grew

accustomed to the prescription,

they shifted and made friction

inside my head and changed

I can’t take these glasses off

if I do I can’t see

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