I crossed the contact lens threshold when I was ten. I hadn’t worn glasses previously. I hadn’t known my vision was leaking out of one eye faster than the other. I just knew that the volunteer eye chart ladies at our elementary school had made notes by my name when I messed up on which […]
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It’s my eyes. They don’t tire of his arms stretched around her shoulders. Or of hers around his. Or of all of them an inch apart around the table. They don’t even tire at the stuff I thought would make them tire. Of him casually tickling the daylights out of her while no one’s looking. […]