Poem for Eyelashes


O dust filterers, sunshades,

fringe-perfect traps for tiny flies,

adjuncts of necessary beauty –


don’t make extra letters on the page

or slip into my eye like needles –

but stay, hold my tears, grow longer


curlier, darker like Cleopatra’s,

never let me worship false idols.

Fiona Moore

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