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That feeling when you hold open your eyes

too long, stalling the blink –

focusing on

the strange bird on the faraway branch,

the downy curve
of your baby’s head

the sign on the shelf
(with too-small print)

the constant metric drip
of the main line

the blurry
nearsighted
double visioned
faraway
escapist
gaze

there, now you’re back

rubbing arid scratchy eyes

tears welling

in response,

Are you crying? they ask

No, you say, a lie

hidden just out

of sight

 

 

by Melissa Kro.

via Daily Prompt: Arid

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