It was the end of another
era. I had broken my
reading glasses. This
happened, I want to
say often? But it
hasn’t been often
that I’ve afforded
such luxuries. I
could add these
days but fail to
comprehend
at the moment
how to succinctly
discern them from
any other. With any
distinction. Although to
begin, I could squeal how
once upon a time that might’ve
been the glitter that defined. I
squinch my eyes into a steep scarp
trying to make something out of this.
But slap the alarm, who am I kidding?
Unlike the gorgeous sky, were it not so
damned dark, I’m downright indistinguishable.
