LEARNING TO LOOK OTHER MEN IN THE EYE
Itís something like standing naked in a forest.
Well, more like coming upon a hungry bear
still naked, still in a forest,
trying to use your hands to explain
what it is you think youíre doing
strolling around a forest with your pecker out.
Lucky for you that bear doesnít notice the flapping
of your arms. So you shuffle back and forth
predicting which way he might swing his heavy snout.
But itís no use; he smells the sweat under your arms.
As you try to make an excuse, you canít help but wonder
what heís waiting for. For you to make the mistake
of turning your back so he can knock your head off
with one swipe, put your slippery body under his
mighty paw and tear at your softest parts?
Of course you apologize, lie down, put your face
into the dirt, and wait patiently for him to sniff
you over, knock your carcass around
breaking some of your limbs, probably your skull.
But he smells youíve pissed yourself and decides
that will be a sufficient reminder of what itís like
to come across a bear, to look him in the eye.
I would like to return these.
What is the issue,
do they not fit?
They fit fine;
theyíre just used.
This is a used eyeball store.
But these are cracked and
look like brown and yellow cake.
Did you purchase them on discount?
Out of the bargain-bin, perhaps?
No. The lady told me
I purchased a rare find.
Have you tried opening them in the ocean,
watching a child laugh; this model responds well to those.
I havenít. I can barely hold them open
more than fifteen minutes at a time.
You could sit at a bar until it closes,
or outside on a stoop somewhere.
I think I would prefer a refund.
We only exchange for like items.
What would be my options?
We have new-born baby or blinded stargazer.
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