- By Ellie Lim (she/her)
- Art “My Glasses!” by Julian Davila-Morquecho (he/him)
I feel my glasses
crunch and schmush against my skin.
The bridge of my nose
throbs,
my cheeks
icy cold.
“Damn, that
pole really
jumped out of
nowhere!”
you say with a searing smile and slitted
eyes
trying hard to distract
from my
deepening purple cheeks
and my head
begging
for a way to
begin to explain
this
backwards reality
to my optometrist.
I half laugh, and bend to collect
what little remains of the left arm,
but you kneel
gently
beside me,
sweeping shards of glass
out of the air and
upwards
towards the void above.
You place your scaled hand
gently
atop mine.
“I needed to update my prescription anyways.”
