July 2, 2010

• flawless

  

  the sky creaks
  as it stretches to hold the earth

  i fill my eyes
  and it holds me too

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  Said Lime to me once, What's it like to have a piece of glass between you and the world?

  I don't remember what I said to him then, and I'm guessing probably nothing, because unless you wake up every morning seeing as I do, it's hard to explain. The world is blurred like how it is when you're spinning, except it happens even when you're still. And normally that scares me.

  But I shove on my glasses quickly in the morning, and so I don't end up thinking about it much. But some days I'll wake up, walk over to my desk and wash my hands lightly over it like I'm mixing majong tiles, and still I won't find my glasses. I suddenly notice how crippled I am, and I'll think about how these eyes might not always work for me. I'll think too, about calling out to Trumon in the next room for help, but that's like giving myself in to impotence, so I don't.

  I remember - I was in the shotgun of the car and Starr was smiling and saying something to me. But in the instant he turned to bring his eyes back on the road, it wasn't the definition of his cheekbones or the swing of his hair or whatever other rosey-eyed cliché that caught my attention. What I saw was that the plastic discs before his eyes were as substantial as mine. And I knew he would understand.

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