Poem of the Week-Blurred

A history of frames

Reading the random letters clearly

2020 or 2022

Snug at my bridge

Hanging off my ears

And sliding down my nose


That made the night glare

An impaired drive

Am I far or near?

Are my corneas curved

Into a distorted sight?

Or seeing the squiggly worm

Floating across my screen

Waiting for the floaters

To calm and sink to the bottom

Of my eye.

Left with smudges

Coating my vision

Scratching the surface.

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