August 3

comments 6
poetry

Waking with a burning throat
it’s the sun that changes

not the haze
a distinction worth

making? Who knows.
The sky bright opaque

some big eye’s sclera
and it doesnt blink

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6 Comments

  1. I think you are the only person besides me who used the word “sclera” in a poem. Welcome to The Sclera Club! Lifetime benefits! No fees or dues! Just, the sclera thing. And we’ve done that. So. (I still like the club idea.)

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