Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


when you wake

when you wake
blind as you do at every dusk of night

in the hours before sight dims
into your room through the window

in your dormitory in every cell
in every feather filled bag of bed your friends

classmates peers with their hands feel

find the tinderbox you took to your bed

and the short thread in tallow dipped
and dipped a hundred times dipped

the remedy to your sightless eyes


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