Where did you get those sunglasses?
Are they even yours?
Somewhere somebody somehow had the laughter
swiped out from under her
cause she can't see past the glare anymore.
Without wincing.
Without grimacing.
And all of her conversations
now have more intimacy
cause wow, her eyes exist.
Cause now, her eyes realized they have missed.
A lot of colors.
A lot of others.
And all our eyes
are surprised to find her irises
full of wildness.
We expected something a bit more childish
and playful.
Not something so painful
peeking through some greasy streaks
She is sad
but trying not to think about it.
She is mad
but crying wont do a thing about it.
Just give her her glasses back.
Photo By Dustin Whitehead. Words by Adam Wolf.
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