Sight.
Blessed thing,
To me.
Didn’t clue into nearsightedness,
Or astigmatism,
Until Grade 9.
Contacts after glasses.
Then one day:
“Here’s four grand.
Fix my eyes please.”
So I got laser eyes.
Now I smile,
Picking out the red of tail lights,
Upon a hill.
Once?
It’s all have been blurs of color.
Laser Eyes. \\ Sight.
