i’m standing in an aisle looking for some clear eyes
and i’m overwhelmed by the entire row full of different kinds

unnecessary

just before i drove past the used-to-be bakery
converted to a now dentistry
where all my childhood cakes came from

and it’s realizations like this that make my eyes swell
that remind me to finally go to rite aid and buy the mother fucking eye drops
i wanted for months now
too bad they don’t get the blue out

Written/contributed by Anita Siraki

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