Dangerously close
To my eye:
my fingernail, it's too long.
Today I risked my sight
For a matter of beauty,
because I don't have green eyes
like those cat ladies on the cover
and I thought of implanting
a pair
a pair of new eyes
a disposable pair
of a green too bright
to look like honest fiction.
They invented for that purpose
that perfect device
they call a contact lens:
when you can't put it on
it tears away on its own.
We might say
it's a small sacrifice
necessary to move away
a renunciation that burns
because the plan failed
before it even began.
Since then
I have let my nails grow,
now it happens to scratch me
sometimes.
It always ends like this
the bastard era,
putting things in a corner,
making altars
of missed opportunities.
In black marker, on the last package
I wrote
"will expire in one year",
but there is no danger,
it is a time I do not fear,
in all honesty
I don't think we'll even get there.
