Glasses
I’m facing away from the window
I can feel the sun on my back
An invite I’m resisting
Instead sitting
In this small town coffee shop
Sipping water from my mug
Like when you start wearing glasses for the first time
And the floor feels further away that you’re used to
Not all the time
Just when you stand up
Drunk on the transition
The Newness
And you choose to stay seated where it is comfortable
Consider switching your orientation
Maybe, at least
This brings to mind a memory of being really young, maybe 3, and trying on my grandma's glasses, and the floor suddenly sliding out from under me and tilting down and away. So vivid!
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