I stared at your letter too long.
It’s dangerous, the words blend together
It’s precarious, the words become something new
How can you account for my burning eyes?
Staring out the window of a barreling bus,
It’s peculiar; I saw your reflection behind me
It’s curious, when I turned, you weren’t there
How can you account for my burning eyes?
Lights burn brighter in the dead hours of night
It’s irritating; my work sits and stares me in the face
It’s exasperating, I’m making math problems out of us
How can you account for my burning eyes?
The fog in the park is hanging low
It’s strange; it doesn’t frighten me tonight
It’s extraordinary, my thoughts could fill up the empty air
How can you account for my burning eyes?
Letters, buses, lights, fog,
It’s terrible, you’re everywhere.
It’s perilous, it’s unusual, it’s irksome, it’s bizarre...
How can you account for my burning eyes?
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Submission Name: Burning Eyes
