my one good eye, halving all disaster

My heart is small, like a love
of button or black pepper.

On approach, I notice how
objects grow and contours blear.

That's what comes of nearness.
I have an ear for the specific.

As St. Apollonia minds the teeth,
and Magnus of Fussen, hailstones.

I dwarf gloom with my cachet sign:
one good hand conceals

My one good eye,
halving all disaster.

- Excerpt from "In the Voice of a Minor Saint" by Sarah J Sloat

For my love with his one good eye.

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