play no game
by Carolineeye color is a dodgy game. some people’s eyes bear down with mystery: sometimes blue, sometimes green, always something different and compelling. my eyes can play no game, unless sometimes looking altogether-black works. their color is dark, flat and nearly textureless, once described by my middle-school nemesis as “poop brown.” something about them suits me exactly, though . . . maybe their straightforward quality, their directness. when i was first learning to talk, i woke with nightmares and told my parents there were monsters behind my eyes. perhaps, then, they are the dark glasses between the world and my mind, preventing unwanted entrants.
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