The man wears a white coat
and a black tie, leans
in toward me and squeezes
drops into my eyes.
My pupils dilate into
a wide stare back
into a brilliant light
that blinds. He peers
inside my head, that
black tie lolling forward,
his pupils a mirror,
looking for disease.
He finds nothing,
just an empty idea,
no sign of sanity
or insanity, just an new
prescription to send
with me. At home,
with new eyes, I try again
to look into my mirror
to see who looks back.
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