Wednesday at 7

Her eyes, fresh out of cataracts
old yellow lenses
‘the biohazards’
she called them
like ‘senior’s moments’
cut out precisely.

Her friend Robert
complained about colours
being too lustrous.
The surgeon gave him sepia

contact lenses
to help him adjust
to the painful brightness.

She lies about colours
at dinner. Her daughter
visits with a tray of butterfly
cakes. ‘Tell me what you see’
she says, with her head
turned towards Oprah.

Jayne Fenton Keane

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