I put on your glasses
looked at you
tonight
set a time limit
as not to go
blind
my dirty glasses
dusty and smudged
obscuring more than they
magnify
Magnificent dust
my god
how
And I see
myself over the rims
long on my nose
like I like
is it April or May again
I forget
This year or last
Men, my cup
try and see if you can't
There, now
stained black
along the mouth
and deep inside
the well
with milk if and when
let's just say
you can't see me
through my glasses
and I say
bury me with
that box
take this and run
2011
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