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CONTACT LENSES

Lacking what they want to see

makes my eyes hungry

and eyes can feel

only pain.

Once I lived behind thick walls

of glass

and my eyes belonged

to a different ethic

timidly rubbing the edges

of whatever turned them on.

Seeing usually

was a matter of what was

in front of my eyes

matching what was

behind my brain.

Now my eyes have become

a part of me exposed

quick risky and open

to all the same dangers.

I see much

better now

and my eyes hurt.