Lashes

I blink back thoughts
Not drippy droopy sorrow tears
Just memories and pictures and the like

And think of the one so paralyzed, so demobilized by life
That she is left with only two blinks for yes
And one for no

And if a speck of dust or a spot of must may find her eye this day
For breakfast, then, she’ll have marmalade with her toast and margarine
Or orange juice instead of 2%