820: Dry Eyes

Something has set fire
to my right iris,
a voodoo needle
pricks my best eye,

and it weeps
before the pain,
really skewers,
an inflammation,

and I rub, rub, rub
and bawl without sobs,
at this inconvenience
of my mild disease.

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