Is it the new make-up
Or the sun’s glare that has
My eyes watering for hours?
The irony is that they feel dry,
Yet soaked in liquid.
A cool second of contact
To the lids would make them sink
Back into their shallow sockets.
A first and last happened
Without a camera flash.
The yells of eye-opening
Only made the lids crash down
Harder.
Author notes
Lame poem is lame.
Actually written on November 10th, 2009.
