Failing Sight
Dayle Olson
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My left eye performed poorly
at the eye exam yesterday. It briefly got away with cheating, until the doctor noticed. That eye is accustomed to loafing, using its cataract like a free pass. It saw the letters on the wall, yawned, told the optic nerve beat it, nothing to see here. I covered my right eye and read F-U-C-K, my voice confident and clear. My pupils, innocent of any crime were made to submit to drops and dilate until the unholy beam of light pierced the cloudy lens. Nowhere to hide, lefty. The jig’s up. Seven weeks then it’s the chair (and scalpel) for you. Those eye chart fun and games are over. You can blink tears all day long and it won’t change a thing. Like it or not, you’re going to 20/20 land. |
Hannah Rose | Drowning | Digital Painting
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