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[medical photo of an eyeball on a computer, green and orange with a fringe of eyelash] |
My retinal specialist/surgeon took a picture of my healing eyeball yesterday when I went in for my two-week check-up. Those are my eyelashes and up to the left is where the retina tore and has been lasered. I imagined writing something all deep and insightful about the eye, how I'm looking at me
looking or the eye is not
like a planet but, rather,
a planet,
the planet, a globe of blood vessels, the macula, the retina, the optic nerve. No ableism here. Even if you can't
see, you can see.
Take a look.
Before I got my eye put out -- (336)
Emily Dickinson
Before I got my eye put out –
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes –
And know no other way –
But were it told to me, Today,
That I might have the Sky
For mine, I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me –
The Meadows – mine –
The Mountains – mine –
All Forests – Stintless stars –
As much of noon, as I could take –
Between my finite eyes –
The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine – to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead –
So safer – guess – with just my soul
Opon the window pane
Where other creatures put their eyes –
Incautious – of the Sun –
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[medical photo of an eyeball on a computer, green and orange with a fringe of eyelash] |