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My right eyelid
grew its own lid,
and provided
I don’t lift it
to expose
what’s underneath,
the bump that rose
red will stay sheathed
for now, at least.
Not far beneath
I flash front teeth
while talking to you
to distract you,
and I hope you
will not notice
my not blinking
while I’m thinking,
trying to hide my
extra lid, pre-
occupied by
vanity. Sty?
No, it's P.
My smoother side
now turned your way,
I ask at last,
“What did you say?”
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