Ode to Limits
Poetry Nicole Buzzelli Poetry Nicole Buzzelli

Ode to Limits

My first pair of glasses bridged my nose
at eight. Grow in thickness every year.
'And what about laser?' they all ask.
After sporting them for less than a minute.
After laughing. After handing them back.
'I could,' I always say
because I could.
I could, but what would I lose?

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