I wasn't wearing my glasses,
the ones with prisms so I watched the end of her
pointer split in two as each eye
quivered in a different place
like a schizophrenic in two different worlds
battling for supremacy,
the crazed or the sane.
her face blurred out half the time
and the pointer wandered in its own
boredom, our collective boredom.
the revolutionary new therapy will help
erase fears of fast moving cars,
there must be some reward to my
patience.
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