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clotted eyes

October 14, 2008 | 0 Minute Read

my eyes clot up with fibered remnants
congealed with honeyed yams.
a broken well, the rotten bucket leaks, leaving water to drip. unturned and stale,
pungent fumes billow
industrial green cotton balls,
spitting deep in my eye leaving them swollen and wet.