Sunday, May 15, 2011

a lingering-- aftertaste


and if I
could, I'd pop
out the
balls of my eyes.
I'd empty my
sockets, I
would believe you.
I squint. I
dilate, blink
I press
clear film to
their concavity.
I prop the
hinges, screw
and unscrew. I
suspend the lids,
but still. and
if I could
I would do,
differently.


--Lyla Abi-Saab is a studying writer currently living in Hampton, Virginia. Lyla has poetry and short stories pending in Kerouac's Dog Magazine, The Camel Saloon, and WEIRDYEAR.

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