I gave my
rose-tinted glasses
to a blind girl
down the street
thinking
she’d need
to see the world
in a haze
more than
I did;

but maybe
I was wrong,

when I came home
to my mother’s blood
on the kitchen sink.

–Β “Rose-tinted Glasses” — for Sheila.

LL.

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