My Myopia

Buildings lean in to see
the fine print of your face
which can’t be read
or believed.
Blips of blue,
lavender hues,
the blobs of me
touch
the blotches of you.

We were always messy up close,
but my myopia gives me hope;
I like things blurry now
that there are blind spots,
plastic panels and
permanent masks
between our daily interacts.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

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