she has joined me in the library,
and she reads with glasses on.
i stare at her
and she tells me how she has to pay
for her eyes to see.
— she had a sighting bill, just like me.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xx
she has joined me in the library,
and she reads with glasses on.
i stare at her
and she tells me how she has to pay
for her eyes to see.
— she had a sighting bill, just like me.
