Two Windows In

Dilated pupils as the sun sets,
I find my way
home by other means.

My parents met outside
an eye doctor’s office. I’m not looking
for it. Patterns can be broken

especially if
I don’t participate
in the first place. The last place

I would hide
in might be so cold.

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